Pier Arts Centre, Stromness

Another day when the much worshipped golden orb failed to pierce the charcoal quilted sky.  Although the wind has gone down!!

My Mum treated us to lunch at Julia’s and we then took her along to John Allen’s furniture sale to see if she could spend her pension. 

The above Blip was taken at 4.01pm.  As you read this the Hamnavoe is gliding across the Pentland Firth.

I’m on page 496 of my book.