Bothy Daze

The day tried to bounce back off the ropes but it was lethargic in its endeavours to do so. I cut out a picture of the sun and took it with me for my journey to Stromness. The Hoy Bothy called. I presented the Current Mrs Creel with a Christmas present that I'd forgotten. I'd hidden it so well I forgot about it pre-Nöel. The Sea salt tunic I ordered also hit the spot. Better than germolene would have done.

I must tighten this Bothy door, service the Tilley lamp and try not to inhale the peat reek. As I finish off CMC is calling for a glass of port. Now where's my emergency cufflink?

No optics were involved.