Listening to: The entire 775 songs on the iPod (seems like)
Weather: worse the further south I got
Just had: first curry in weeks
Really need: to stop blogging and get to sleep
I'm worried. It's all going too well. I made it as far as Inverness without a hitch, using, in the process, a plane, a taxi, two buses, a ferry and a train. . . and my feet.
I woke up on time, had a bath and was outside admiring the sunrise 45 minutes before the plane was due. Westray gave me a little reminder before I left. . .
Mrs TPF drove me up to the airfield and I squeezed myself in to the mini-bus with a wing fixed to the top with ducktape. It's the first time since moving to Orkney that I've used the internal flight system and what a thrill.
I was wedged in next to Derek, a Westray man who sold us the hens, we had a chat, but conversation is tricky on a ten-seater aircraft only about three steps along the evolutionary chain from a Sopwith Camel.
And I was doing the tourist thing. We hopped over to Papa Westray (the world's shortest scheduled flight*), then flew back over Westray, Rousay and Orkney's West Mainland, catching a glimpse of both trainee pig farm HQ and the Ring of Brodgar - hard to say which I was most excited about.
The rest was so routine as to be dull, but a 5am train to Edinburgh has left me my first obstacle, so let's see.
* North of Scotland regional final winner of most boring fact pedalled to tourists/TV crews.