The Searcher

Mid-morning I received a call from Phil, from across the Bay, to indicate there was a pod of Orcas heading our way.  Not coincidentally a group of folk appeared along the coast at the bottom of our policies.  I didn’t spot one orca.  They had shifted northwest, subsea, meaning that my s-i-l got good views.  Totally undeterred I went a chopped a pile of kindlers, then prepared the Bothy for tonight’s meeting of the Parish Whisky Club.  In news you will hear nowhere else there is a total dearth of puff pastry in Kirkwall.  Whilst CMC was away scoring the County a mystery shopper came to the door. 
 
I resorted to yet more Ross Wilson.