It must be Thursday

It’s all blowing in the wind as the song goes and although it was less blowy than yesterday, at 9am it was present enough keep the ‘feeling like ’temperature  at 1°, hence the Nanouk of the North look as I waited for my fellow dippers to appear. Even the water felt ultra cold and it was a quick dip but enough to sweep away any cobwebs. 

As I’ve often said  before, fate works in strange ways. On a whim I went in to a tiny coffee shop near my  little holiday flat for my “elevenses’ and met another lone lady holidaymaker, the sole encumbent in the café. We got chatting and it turns out her daughter lives in Portobello just along from where my Porty daughter lived until she moved a few months ago. Not only that, but her granddaughter went to the same school as one of my granddaughters and was most likely in the same year, being the same age. There were many other connections which made for a very interesting conversation , no doubt enjoyed by the next two customers-it’s a very small café. Free entertainment! It’s such a small world.


As I write this in the garden the wind has dropped and it is almost warm. The sun is trying to assert itself.
One of the Selkies is popping in tonight while her husband is working, I think at Skara Brae. It’s sure to be a hilarious few hours.