Hoy, hiding (Day 1865)

After a bit of a late start today, we headed through to Stromness to do hoss stuff. We poo picked the field, then I took the trailer to the yard to empty it. I spent a while at the yard washing the truck in preparation for the MOT tomorrow. Back at the field  my beautiful wife had given George a haircut. For a few moments, it looked like the mist was going to lift, but Hoy slipped under cover again.
Home for lunch, and as we were about to head off to wander the woofers, I was called out to deal with an outside tap which wouldn't turn off. An easy enough fix, but it meant I missed wandering with the dogs.
Later, when HV zoomed off to work, I visited another customer to change a kitchen tap then had a trip round Tesco.