A Damp Orkney Farmyard

An extremely dismal day.  Fish in puddles in Kirkwall.  In tae the Toon for dancing then messages on the way home.  I have been left at home to prepare a talk for Flotta - equally as much pressure as a Nobel acceptance speech.

The Current Mrs Creel woke me up at 2.34 a.m. to tell me she was wide awake.  Bless!