Apart from some obvious horrible moments, Orkney was rather great. We made the most of the outdoors and visited a bunch of Historic Scotland sites (gotta flex that membership card!), searched for puffins, had a giggle at Spanish tourists hugging standing stones and tested a lot of cake. We even got a fantastic tour guide in the form of Jo, who took us to all the charity shops and showed me around her studio. There were so many cool things in there, not least a life-sized standee of Henry Cavill as Superman. I was ready to move in.
We found the elusive puffins up at Birsay Bay. I think we only spotted them because Tam leaned way over a cliff to have a look and there they were. Cue us lying on the ground, inching our way over the edge, trying to aim my huge lens at them and hoping they'd turn around. They weren't really up for it, but the black and white birds seemed miffed that we weren't paying attention to them and made a big show and dance for the camera. Tam's mum, aunt and uncle were further along the path and didn't believe we'd seen them, so that's how well they were hiding!
Would I go back to Orkney? Absolutely. I might do it later or earlier in the year since the place was overrun with tour buses - the weather would never be great anyway and it's easier to get used to - but there's still a few unexplored places we need to get to...