Dusty.

 

Today we start off at seven. Who in their right mind would be out at five thirty ? At the hotel we meet the French breakfast chef. Sophie remembers him and he remembers her. A sausage is offered and gratefully received. Sophie looks back as if to say 'we should make this a regular event'. A gentleman in his seventies wanders over to greet the PONette. She hopes for another sausage but has to settle for an ear tickle. The gentleman lives on the west coast and is over with his wife enjoying the 'balmy weather'. 

A quick sprint alongside the old abbey walls in pursuit of pigeons. Sophie's hunting technique is 'particular'.  It can be safely said no pigeons were harmed in the production of this blog.

Then down to the harbour where we marvel at the warmth in the sun.

The  Volvo is parked by the chapel. This is one of the few places you can park without a two hour limit.  A black vehicle in Scotland is madness. Within five minutes of being washed it's covered in mud and dust. The car will stay in its all day parking spot until late this evening when it will head off to the station . There will be an 'emotional' and vocal Sophie style reunion with her flock. 

Bizarre fact of the day. You can now fly from NYC to the Faroe islands. Now, there's a place that makes Scotland look tropical :https://www.atlanticairways.com/en-us/book/routes/faroe-islands