We started the day with a laundry drop in Kirkwall and then wandered around until the Fiddler’s Festival started. There are a few interesting places to photograph in town, the grave yard is unique with blue bells growing among the rusted iron gratings and some old growth trees that could be menacing in the night darkness. This would be a perfect place for some night photos.
The concert started and for some reason, the front row was empty in a crowded church. I walked in and asked if those seat were reserved, no one seemed to think so, it was another nice concert surprise.
A gentleman named Mr. Robin MacLennan of Dufftown sat down next to me in full Scottish regalia (Kilts, purse, high socks, high lace shoes) and looked at me, I was 1.2 his size. First thing he told me was not to get any ideas because of his Kilts. I told him I would try and restrain myself, but he went on to explain graphically, by displaying a 4 inch blade produced from his sock, that it would be a big mistake. I laughed, we laughed, he was the perfect Sottish example of a gentleman. After an hour of listening to the local children scratch out some traditional music on their fiddles, we left the church.
After some confusion about where/what to eat, we went off headed for Yesnaby Cliffs and on the way in Stenness, we spotted a family of swans who had just hatched most of her chicks. Back in the van, continuing on to our destination.
Onward to Yesnaby Cliffs for a rain free overcast afternoon in the brisk sea breeze, exploring the coast line. There were interesting things as always and a beautiful place to be.
After our last Dinner at Woodwick House, we went out to Stromness in the pouring rain to take photos in town. At first I was disgusted with the thought, I was cold, tired and not motivated but as soon as I started to work I became enchanted with the wet cobblestones, the blue glow of the sky and the meditative patter of the rain. Luckily, Anne was nice enough to lend me her small umbrella and that saved the evening for me.