Stromness Pierhead - Windy, Wet and Deserted

After a fair few flat calm weeks why are we all so surprised when it arrives ? This morning the pure energy in the saline air shifted from graceful to gracious to growling in less than half an hour.  What few leaves we can entertain are either canary yellow, russet and the type of green that has had an overdose of chlorophyll.  The limpid greens of September have morphed into a grey of the over-wintering plovers.  Or is all of this a fragment of my imagination ? 

A plastic bag (pre-tax type) danced around Stromness Pierhead. No-one else did.  The boats were bobbling about inside their stone clad aquariums. 

The GP sent me home.  On my way I picked up the Current Mrs Creel who had been serving at the Kirk; surprisingly well attended considering the weather.  Two folk had arrived from Mull in a cast off barrage balloon.  It never gets any easier.