M V Hoy Head

The Hoy Head glides across Scapa Flow from Flotta towards its berth in Houton. 
 
Last night I had to abandon the wedding party to go along to my s-i-l’s birthday gathering.  However, by that time, Russel, of Gordon and Macphail, had talked us through some amazing drams.  In today’s journey thankfully we will not have to change planes in Nice; in fact it won’t even involve getting on a plane.  Things commenced by CMC departing to Kirkwall for her piano lesson.   I then started to walk up to the village, but the midges drove me back.  It gave me chance to work on the very long list of jobs left by my line manager.  The only other news that’s not worthy of note, is that Bernard texted to indicate he has opened a brand new ‘Gastro Pub’ in Stowmarket.  His main chef is a Hungarian Chess Master.  The establishment is called the ‘Naked Yoyo’ even though I advised against it.
 
I think Elgar will somehow fiendishly detect how business is going.
 
Beware of thrill seekers over the weekend.
 
Should I be reading Antony Beevor ?