Hoy Hills Wiped Out

The rather damp conditions didn’t prevent us going into Kirkwall for dancing;  The Restless Ghost made it all worthwhile.  After a snack in the St Magnus café we got some messages (think Dragonhead) then visited my mother in the Care Home.  Sadly she is a very poor thing now and not very responsive.  We returned home in a flat-calm, but only because we were in the very eye of the weather system.  At the back of four the wind rapidly picked up again just as Kenny called indicating he had some logs for me to collect.  I nipped round quick, bagged them up, and beat a hasty retreat to Creel HQ.  Only stopping for a quick snap of the Hoy Hills.  We are now using our gills to breath and have quickly deployed our webbed feet.
 
It's rather disconcerting that the Current Mrs Creel has mounted a lifebelt on the kitchen wall.