Hoy polloi

A final burst of frantic hoovering and then the ferry. A crowd of passengers cluster on the port rail to watch the passing of the old man of Hoy. Then it’s the road south for a seven hour drive. Fuel in Inverness, lunch in Golspie, and slow queues of vans and holiday makers all the way to Tore.

At home the early band of revellers is assembling. Stuart is there already. Richard and George return later. Peigidh and friends set up camp, followed soon after by Tony and Leila.

We eat, drink, and proceed to the fire. Stuart regales us with a welcome song. The night continues.