Road disappearing into oblivion

A flying visit to the Post Office on a very misty day, (wet).

When in the shop I bought a locally made sourdough loaf; a chap in the village makes four loaves two or three time a week to sell in the shop and they fly off the shelf. I think he likes the baking process. If you remember our lovely baker from a few years ago, he is related to her, she is now on N Ronaldsay making the same goodies for locals and tourists.

Four pusscats are in again today, wet wet days are obviously very tiring. Having said that Jack disappeared yesterday afternoon and didn’t arrive home until 9.30 this morning, perhaps spring is in the air and he feels the need to wander further. Hope not.