Listening to: This
Just: an excuse to show some pictures
A mad-busy week in the kitchen. Electric Eric has ripped out wiring that was threatening to burn the place down and installed a new ring main. He did explain, but I find it near impossible to get that sort of thing to stick in my brain.
Better still, we stuffed the loft with insulation and set about lining the walls with a sort of tinfoil bubble wrap and making a start on putting up the tongue and groove.
The result is a kitchen that is warm for the first time this winter and a feeling of immense smugness for the pig "farmer" who has learned half-a-dozen new things about DIY.
So he treated himself to a day off today - routine animal husbandry excepted - and went for a walk, faithful hounds in tow.
I'm particularly fond of the west side of the island, imaginatively called Westside. It's a little rougher round the edges than where we live towards the south-east, more of what outsiders would expect of a Scottish island*.
This. . .
. . . is a smashing little beach, one of my favourites anywhere.
This. . .
. . . is an Iron Age broch attached to Westray only by some slippery rocks. It featured on the Discovery Channel earlier this year.
Spike took the chance to indulge in his favourite hobby. . .
. . . and. . .
. . . while Owen, the dog with no 'off' button, stopped briefly. . .
. . . and the pig "farmer" enjoyed the views and the solitude. . .
* Whether Orkney is genuinely Scottish is debateable. Norwegian until the mid-15th century, you always feel a long way from shortbread and Pringle jumper country here. My great grandfather apparently took great exception to being called Scottish.