Work for Idle Hands

I may well have given the impression that all I have done while living here in Orkney for 2 months is swim and eat ice creams, and to a large extent you would be correct. There has been daily swimming and a huge consumption of Orkney Ice Cream, the best in my opinion. 

However to keep my hands out of mischief I have indulged quietly in the dark art of crochet. Yes, yet more Granny Squares have been created and made into another blanket, for whom I know not. Perhaps you can’t have enough crocheted blankets. This is the third year I have returned with a new blanket. The year before that it was Fair Isle bonnets. It’s obvious that the Orkney air promotes within me a desire for hygge. 
This year I got so fed up doing squares that I stopped at a hundred and declared the blanket more ir less finished. I will send it back home by Royal Mail and leave the wondering as to who can give it house room to a later date.

Today has been a typical (in my brain) wet Sunday. Many of us congregated for a swim this morning only to be stranded on the slip, held hostage by too many jelly fish of the stinging variety. It was all very frustrating. Tomorrow I will wear my stinger suit  and feel brave enough to take the little blighters on if they are still around.

I ambled down the street before the rain started and met a host of tourists ambling up the street wondering what they were meant to do in the quiet of an island Sabbath with the mist closing in,  the rain not far off and not many shops open. There were 2 cruise ships in Kirkwall with about 1500 passengers out on the loose. Julia's cafe was open and Julia had baked a load of Anzac biscuits with my name on them- result! To have and to hold in perpetuity 

The rain set in a while ago and it looks miserable outside, warm but miserable. It’s payback time for that glorious 10days we have just had!