The Brough of Birsay

A Selkie and I had an away lunch in Birsay today. The tea room there was very busy but fortunately we had a reservation. After a morning of showers we had a sunny run along roads well remembered,  bordering fields where the harvest of barley has started.
It was a wild day and up at the Brough of Birsay , the sea was churned to a mass of white froth. I stood as near the edge of the cliff as I could without  being blown over  and just marvelled at the power of the waves as they crashed on the rocky shore.  

We dallied back to Stromness behind two enormous yellow  harvesters which took up the whole width of the road before we managed to escape from them .
 
The sea outside my window as I type is sheltered from the wind  and is relatively calm  under a blue sky. I may be wrong but it seemed that the afternoon Hamnavoe ferry came in a different way from usual, avoiding the sound of Hoy.

Tea today is dahl and roasted vegetables, from the kitchen of a very generous fellow Selkie. No pot noodles for this Lady tonight!