Kirkbuster Loch, Pre-Breeze

Are you sitting comfortably?  Then I’ll begin.  For the last peedie while Orkney has been preternaturally flat calm; not so today.  Gradually a steady breeze has arisen, all the more spell-breaking because it’s been from the north west and airish.  The day started with working on draught letters to my MP and MSP; the topic is Corporation Tax and the demanding thereof.  I then phoned Mrs Ross (our Nairn correspondent) but she was shopping through in Inversnecky.  I called later and she provided an update of her d-i-l in Ballybunnion.  Totally unbidden I’ve washed the windows (CMC away across at the Hoy bolt hole).  As they used to say in Methlick, I’m a hen pecket loon.  I have now started making a vegetable bake.  Fanny Craddock’s voice came through the ether; Johnny was searching for his monocle in the custard.  Hazelburn 10, triple distilled, a light vanilla thrill.  I have dipped into Albert Camus and read about conditions for Spanish miners in 1934, thus taking vicariousness to a new depth.
 
Nation shall speak unto Nation.