Stromness, 7.23 a.m.

A day across in Hoy assessing the best method to connect the Kirk to mains water. I met a man who rabidly wants the UK to depart the EU. The only other person present wanted the direct opposite. It was difficult getting them to focus. Somehow digging a track to the main, and ducting it, got inextricably mixed up with the EU fishing policy. The one with a draining rod in his hand prevailed; as so often happens in Brussels.

Tomorrow's forecast: an excess of the mundane, inane and vain. Pressure rising, the same old shower, becoming isolated, head in clouds. Affront; cold and unwelcoming. No site of a clear spell. Vacouocity will strengthen, widespread hubris will continue.