When we took the ferry to Hoy, I talked to the ticket collector(from Stromness) who was a very amusing and friendly guy and on the way back I told him about meeting Hoy’s celebrity, Jack Rendall, and how interesting a story-teller he was and did he (the ticket-collector) know him and he shrugged and said, ” A dinnae ken ony o thae hillbillies.”
The glen route through the gap in the hills leads on to the bay at Rackwick.
Anna and I set off for Rackwick from Northern Hoy past Sandy Loch (the one place on Hoy which Geoge Mackay Brown disliked) when the black cloud overhead opened and turned the path into a fierce little stream. I turned back but Anna pressed on to Rackwick where she was rescued from the cold and the wet and returned to North Hoy by a good Samaritan driving a Caravanette.
You can always rely on a good Samaritam passing by when you most need her ( I’ll bet you expected ‘him’ !) You, reader, are probably a pretty good Samaritan yourself when the opportunity arises.
Next day, the sun came out.