Scapa Flow - from the Porch

Overcast and fine, first  thing, but nae noo.  News reaches me fae Kirkwall that Sarah had been along to the bobbies to indicate that my previous Blip indicated the incorrect date for the Flotta Burns Supper.  If you are planning on travelling (a special train is running fae Plymouth) please check ahead.  After last night’s whisky meet-up I have paid for and made reservations at Craigellachie.  I’m nae feart.  Just pause for a moment and imagine whit like it is to win a hot water bottle at the Bingo.  Now you can rejoin Blip.  

Two bits of mechanical news from stringers.  A young Orcadian woman is currently running in a car that’s reaching the end of its natural.  She nurses it along and she has got to know all of its strange noises intimately.  To protect the innocent we’ll call her Debbie Delday.  Well, with her mother, they were running towards Finstown.  However, a new noise occurred.  So Debbie pulled over in the spacious layby at the end of the Harray Road and called her husband.  On his arrival she told him the noise was like bubbling water so she suspected the radiator.  Her man arrived and she switched on the ignition.  Hang on, he said, I could hear the noise with the engine off.  Engine turned off they listened in silence.  It was her mother’s tea drink that was making a fizzing noise.  The only thing better today has been the news from heaven.  A local parking warden was across earlier checking the parking ticket machine on the Stromness Pierhead.  He parked his own vehicle across by the Ferry Inn.  When he returned one of his colleagues had been in past and given him a parking ticket.  It almost makes it all worthwhile.