A Poppy Day

This Poppy is such a brilliant splash of colour in an otherwise dull garden border. I’m sure its continuing presence is down to the fact that the wind has largely gone on strike for a lot of today. As I type, there is not a breath of wind, with the sea outside the window like a mill pond and the leaves of the rowan tree at the foot of the garden uncharacteristically still. The starlings are doing their nightly murmuration under grey skies beyond the red roof of the old lifeboat station. It rained in the late afternoon but the gloom at the moment suggests more rain is not far away.

 The day has now almost been and gone. I stood in my nightie at 6:20am and waved goodbye  to my newest acquaintance as she stood on deck of the early ferry to Scrabster. Then it was off for a most enjoyable swim in the sun on a high tide at the slip. Coffee was enjoyed sitting on a wet seat outside the delicatessen having for the moment overcome my reluctance to be like a Billy -no-mates on the street.  The library featured next but the book I ordered has a lengthy queue so I will wait , I have time on my hands. I might have lingered there on the settee looking out over the harbour but it was already occupied.

After lunch I bumped into a Selkie who was waiting to be picked up with her shopping by her husband and we sat nattering like the two old wifies we are on a bench at the harbour. I was back home in time for my Edinburgh visiting Selkie to pop in for a cuppa and chat. She is newly returned from visiting her family in Edinburgh which is why I haven’t seen her at the morning swims. 
It’s all a social whirl up here in these Northern Isles.