Listening to: New Rose (The Damned)
Recharging: my batteries
Sometimes a cock-up turns into an inspired move. I was a bit deflated when I had to call off the trip to Kirkwall, but instead I got some of this. . .
. . . the view from the front of the house about an hour before sunset.
It has turned into a great day. The weather has been breathtaking (that's no exaggeration). Early morning colours developed into a bright morning, moving on to a couple of hours of cold sunshine.
Mr D came to help me get Lennox's battery charged (our battery charger is under a pile of other stuff somewhere in the barn). We dawdled around outside for a good while, nattering about nothing very much.
Then I took the dogs on a tour of the estate, they chased a couple of rabbits while I drank in the view across to Papa Westray to the north east and then Rousay to the south.
During my afternoon spell in the pig shed the phone went. It was the pig breeder from Thurso. He's trimming the size of his herd and did I want two sows, both of which would come 'in-pig' (i.e. pregnant). One is a Saddleback, the other a Gloucester Old Spot. Resisting the temptation to say: "Yes yes, oh yes please", I said I was definitely interested, but thought it best to speak to Mrs Trainee Pig Farmer first.
That's the other thing, Sal's back on Sunday, ending my two months in solitary. It was nice to have the place to myself for a while, but the novelty has well-and-truly worn off.
* GOOD DAY UPDATE: Got Lennox fired up again and took battery charger and cable back to Mr D's place, only to be hauled inside for vegetable lasagne (oooooh aubergines) and lots of red wine. Result!