Steady as She Goes

A harbour tug ploughs past on its way to Scapa pier, trying to avoid weather forecaster hyperbole.  The wind was from a strange airt but the force predicted thankfully didn’t arrive.  Best viewed from the bedroom.
 
However, what was good news was a superb large pot of tattie soup.  Alan phoned about whisky. 
 
I made a start on the mound of paperwork belonging to my mother.
 
Speaking about swearing……..