Under the Weather

A quick grab from the bedroom window.  We took a bit of a pounding today.  There is a 45 foot cliff at the fenceline and the seaweed and mackerel were getting thrown way above it at times.  As a precaution I wore my snorkel when I went to the shed to get kindling.  The wind was a constant roar for some time.  It invoked the spirit of Sir Frank Whittle.  We received an update from our Moray correspondent and then had a run into Kirkwall for fuel.  Met Geordie in the Co-op and we couldn’t quite believe we’d caught each other shopping.  We were very sheepish.  I blame that Mary Portas.  Anyhow after a damn fine blether our wives found us; we were in the whisky corner.  CMC is making fish suppers tonight.  What a boost.