Orkney possibly peaked several thousand years ago, at which point in time the local inhabitants constructed a number of stone circles that still look spectacular to this day. Places of worship? Or, possibly, goals for some big game of community v community football matches? We will probably never know.
A week ago I injured my hand for reasons which were unnecessary to share on here at the time and there’s nothing to be gained in revealing them now. The specific location of this injury was the ring finger of my left hand, which is where I’ve been wearing my silver wedding band since 2nd July 1999. This finger is currently strapped to its neigbour, and (not so apparent on this photo) is swelled up like a comedy cartoon appendage, Yosemite Sam’s hand after he has had it whacked by Bugs Bunny, that kinda thing. So I can’t wear my ring, for the first time in 19 years.
Fortunately the wife has agreed to accommodate it. Isn’t she sweet? That’s it, down there.
Being 42 