St. Magnus Way: Orphir to Kirkwall, and the Italian Chapel In which Lis completes her first pilgrimage and promptly loses her walking poles. During breakfast Margaret noted that the high winds were blowing in the correct direction so they wouldn’t blow me off the cliffs. Good to know. Somehow there was blue sky above the house as I left, even though it had been pouring buckets all morning. The first section was by Waulkmill Bay across a wetland. I resigned myself to a very wet day of walking. Waulkmill Bay glitters in the morning light. High above the bay on a fairly lonely stretch of road stands one of my…