Orkneys Day 2

(Written Saturday)

Today ... not so exciting. After brekkies we drove out of town and past Kirkwall to see ... a farm show. You know, get out in the country, see the locals. Margo described it as a way to sample local cheeses and whiskies, hinting at a gourmand's cornucopia of locally-made delights, a grand farmer's market. In reality, it was some animals and sweets, with nary a curd to be found. I'm sure Margo could (and perhaps shall) wax rhapsodic on the beauty of an Angus steer, but ... well, I grew up in the sticks of Wisconsin, working summers on a nearby farm, so I've seen the odd bit of cattle, more than enough to last a lifetime actually.





Then we drove south across some gorgeous stone causeways to another town, St Margaret's Hope. We had lunch, then drove back ... there wasn't so much to explore.

We split up for the afternoon, Margo lounging in the room, and Sarah and I going for a swim in the local pool. Tonight we have reservations for what looks like Stronmness' finest dining, then we finish packing for a 9am ferry back to the mainland tomorrow.