I've found my superpower

Today started out normal enough.  The sun rose around 4:30 am, and since we had the window and curtains open to let in some semblance of cool air, the room was light early. I had slept with a dark t-shirt over my head to block out the light from the streetlights outside.  Carrie, however was subject to the premature illumination.  I think we both slept better tonight than in previous nights.  The air outside was much cooler, and Carrie even felt the need to pull the covers up on her for the first time here.We had corrected our breakfast order, so we were both happy.  Sated thusly, we loaded up and headed north.  We originally had some stops planned for today, but when we really looked at the travel time required just to make it to the ferry, we decided to streamline a bit.  If we missed the ferry time, then we would not have made it to the Orkney Islands, where our B&B for the next 2 nights is located.We made a brief stop in Beauly to see the ruins of the Priory.  It holds the burial place and effigy of a prior, Kenneth Mackenzie.  Of note, most of the stonework was removed from the priory by Oliver Cromwell, and taken to build a fort in Inverness.  I can't begin to estimate the amount of ruination that one person has been directly responsible for - all over Ireland and Scotland.There was a local craft/gift shop that we browsed a bit, but got back on the road instead of making any purchases.  We started running into what is becoming a more problematic issue - Cell access.  Mobile mapping is great, as long as you have good coverage.  Initially, there was none in Beauly (and no, autocorrect, I did not mean to type Beauty!).  However the mapping picked up shortly after we started driving.Helpfully, Carrie kept a running listing of our estimated time of arrival - noting when I had lost or gained a minute.  We had to be checked in for the ferry by 12:45, and I was shooting for 12:15.  It ended up being 12:13, by the way.  Because we were heading to a remote area, we did decide to spend the time to fill up the car with petrol (not Diesel, thankyouverymuch).  We continued our mad dash to Scrabster, and got checked in and parked, waiting to board the ferry.Once we were parked, we got out of the car to avail ourselves of the nearby facilities.  It was cold.  C.O.L.D.  For the first time in Scotland, I was cold.  It was glorious.  The ocean breeze was blowing, and I actually needed to put on a jacket.  I may have even done a happy dance.  Once it was time to board the ferry, we drove into the car holding area and parked.  Once upstairs, we toured around the boat before settling on some comfy chairs in the lounge next to the aft windows.  I got a bite of lunch (carrie was waiting for the dramamine to kick in, and was unsure of eating just yet), and we felt the boat get under way.The trip was about 90 minutes, and the last 25 of it, we were on the aft viewing deck taking pictures of the approaching islands.  The sun had started peeking out of the clouds, and, though windy, was not too cold.We approached the dock, and headed down to the car.  It took a bit to unload those in front of us, but eventually it was our time.  It was not quite yet mobile mapping time, though.  As I drove off the ferry, we were still unsure of which direction to take upon leaving the parking area.  Just in time, Carrie yelled "Right!", and  I drove right.Our first destination was Skara Brae.  This is the best-preserved neolithic settlement in Europe.  It is over 5,000 years old.  It had been buried in the sand of the beach for over 4,500 years when it was unearthed by a storm in 1850.  I'm guessing that if it had been uncovered earlier, Oliver Cromwell would have taken a sledgehammer to it himself, just to keep his evil streak alive.  The path down to the village from the visitors center was lined with important milestones in history, to show how far back this settlement was active.  It was before Stonehenge...even before the Great Pyramid of Giza.  Archaeologists have determined that this village had grown over time, and had been home to nearly 100 people.  There are even in-tact box beds made of stone, and stone cabinetry.  It is quite impressive.After the village, we toured the nearby Skaill House.  This was the home of the Laird who actually discovered Skara Brae.  It has been kept in the condition of that time period, and was very interesting to see.  As we were finishing up at the visitor's center, Carrie obtained some local maps.  She commented to the clerk that we had wanted to see Maeshow Chambered Cairn, but that the website was only booking in August.  A guided tour is required to be able to visit the site.  The clerk told us the site had been having problems, and that they had plenty of availability.  So, we headed over to check in for a tour for tomorrow.  They had an evening tour, which is perfect, since the sun doesn't set until 10:30 up here (sunrise is 4:17am!).Passes in hand, we headed to go to our B&B for the night.  On the way, we found a passage tomb built into the hillside.  It is called the Cuween Hill Chambered Cairn.  You may think my superpower is being able to quote any Monty Python sketch or song on demand.  While cool, that merely required hours upon hours of hard work, and the sharpening stones of Rick Brock, Kenneth Jordan, and Dennis Tucker (I didn't know you were called Dennis!).  You might also think my superpower is being able to choose an appropriate song to fit any point of conversation.  I can, but that's not it, either.  This magical place is either where I discovered my superpower, or maybe even bestowed it upon me.  The entry point to the tomb is so small that you are required to crawl in on hands and knees.  I am so powerful that my knees can summon small pebbles any time I put them down on a hard surface, like say, the smooth, hard slate of a passage tomb.  No matter what I did to clear out the area I was crawling into, I put all my not inconsiderable weight on my knees, and they magically generated a pebble to focus all my weight upon.  I'm not saying it is a cool superpower, but I'm sure the way normal distribution works, for everyone who can fly, there must be ten others who can mildly irritate their next door neighbor on command, or who can speak to animals, but only in haikus.  Ok, enough of that -TLDR: I hurt my knees crawling into an ancient passage tomb.Anyway, our B&B is a renovated country estate of the local Laird.  Carrie had a creepy vibe, but it looked like a classical gentry home.  After I ported the various and sundry bags upstairs, we called for dinner reservations.  Carrie chose a nice place, and we even dressed up a bit.  We had some time before our reservations, so we set off to tour some of the adjoining islands.They are connected by Churchill Barriers, or causeways, commissioned by Winston himself.  They were originally built as defensive structures to protect a nearby anchorage, but they are used as roads today.  We enjoyed the brief tour, and headed in to the restaurant.  We had a lovely dinner, and were full and warm as we stepped outside into the cold, windy, and wet.  We made it to our estate, and retired to our room.  Jeeves, fetch me a brandy and a cigar, good chap!Note: due to the slow internet on the Orkney Islands (most of the day, even having cel coverage is a problem), pictures will follow in the next day or two.