I spent the afternoon on more transcriptions; the appendices to the Napier Report (numbering 100) are passing my eye, and I am presently at number 88. That means another 100 pages to go. Sometimes, I just have to cut entire swathes out, which carry information that the passage of time has rendered completely irrelevant to the text.
By the end of the afternoon, the ominous shape of a submarine appeared on the southeastern horizon. I don't know what the craft was doing there; a major military exercise ("Joint Warrior") is set to commence in the Minch next week.
I am closing the post with a picture of an Easter cake that was presented to me today.
