Way Way up a sky,

Meet Leo, Quartermile’s very own cherry picker, helping out at cleaning windows and other problems high above our heads. He cost us a lot of money but is never still and worth his weight in gold.

I was surprised to find yesterday’s activities quite as emotionally draining as they were.  I went to bed at 8:30pm last night when I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and apart from one foray to the little girl’s room, slept until 6am this morning. 

I had decided last night that I wouldn’t swim this  morning and consequently I am completely discombobulated today, not knowing quite what to do with all this extra time I have at my disposal. 
I’d like to say that I have busied myself around the house and although I did a washing and cleaned a toilet that’s as far as domesticity took me. I did buy a blueberry bun to take to my niece on craft fair duty and then walked home on a slightly less crowded route by Lothian Road.

I had a lovely long chat with one of the estate gardeners, who was being kind enough to prune some more of my creeping cotoneaster. I discovered he had been in Orkney in April visiting his school friend Scott Robertson who had moved up to the island to be Chief Inspector of Police. It is such a small world, and Orkney seems to hold a special place in its centre!

The sun is out again and there is little wind. I bet it was lovely at Porty this morning with none of the big waves I expected. I should have gone after all.