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Days in my pocket like flakes of snow...
So this weekend has gone past in a flash...
Friday night I drove to the cottage, to put the finishing touches to the suitcase of books and check the place for frost damage. I was a bit worried about the trip over the Rest and Be Thankful - it was showing about -5 on the thermometer, and there had been a little snow earlier. As it turned out it was a dawdle - only a little slow because of my badly misaligned fron tyres. Not what you want when the snow is covering ice...
Turns out to have been a very good move. The houses on either side had been left empty over Christmas, and my neighbours came back to no water. The worst I had was ice in the toilet bowl (much to my early morning confusion).
I had a great drive back down on Saturday, stopping off at Fyne Whiskies in Inverary to stock up on Bruichladdich 16 year old Bourbon Cask (you laugh now, but there will be a shortage some day). I pulled over ten minutes later at the Loch Fyne Oyster Bar and proceeded to indulge myself to a fantastic lunch. Langoustine and prawn salad, followed by venison stew. One glass of Muscadet, one of Pinot Noir, and coffee and tablet to finish. There can be few more selfish pleasures than lunch for one with the Saturday papers, and a view of loch and snow covered mountains outside...
It looks even better properly aligned, honest.
Even with the coffee on board I felt pretty stuffed, so I set off uphill along the viewpoint path. After 20 minutes I realised that I may have made a slight misjudgement - the sweat was freezing in my hair, I was basically walking up a frozen waterfall, and that sunset was beautiful, but did seem to be promising a certain lack of light in the near future.
So I took a quick snap and turned around, only falling over twice on my way down.
Those lights at the bottom left are the restaurant and smokehouse.
In theory we should have been through in Edinburgh on Saturday night, but Maire and I had a communicationfail of amazing proportions, and I ended up going through today instead. That went smoothly - the suitcase of books left with Andrew, presents left with Marie at the SMWS (and a foolproof plan made for next weekend) and a very nice SMWS Talisker.
I've now got Bill Bailey having fun with an orchestra, and a very nice glass of Chateu Neuf to finish the evening.
Not a bad weekend. Oh, and I still have the beard.
Friday night I drove to the cottage, to put the finishing touches to the suitcase of books and check the place for frost damage. I was a bit worried about the trip over the Rest and Be Thankful - it was showing about -5 on the thermometer, and there had been a little snow earlier. As it turned out it was a dawdle - only a little slow because of my badly misaligned fron tyres. Not what you want when the snow is covering ice...
Turns out to have been a very good move. The houses on either side had been left empty over Christmas, and my neighbours came back to no water. The worst I had was ice in the toilet bowl (much to my early morning confusion).
I had a great drive back down on Saturday, stopping off at Fyne Whiskies in Inverary to stock up on Bruichladdich 16 year old Bourbon Cask (you laugh now, but there will be a shortage some day). I pulled over ten minutes later at the Loch Fyne Oyster Bar and proceeded to indulge myself to a fantastic lunch. Langoustine and prawn salad, followed by venison stew. One glass of Muscadet, one of Pinot Noir, and coffee and tablet to finish. There can be few more selfish pleasures than lunch for one with the Saturday papers, and a view of loch and snow covered mountains outside...
It looks even better properly aligned, honest.
Even with the coffee on board I felt pretty stuffed, so I set off uphill along the viewpoint path. After 20 minutes I realised that I may have made a slight misjudgement - the sweat was freezing in my hair, I was basically walking up a frozen waterfall, and that sunset was beautiful, but did seem to be promising a certain lack of light in the near future.
So I took a quick snap and turned around, only falling over twice on my way down.
Those lights at the bottom left are the restaurant and smokehouse.
In theory we should have been through in Edinburgh on Saturday night, but Maire and I had a communicationfail of amazing proportions, and I ended up going through today instead. That went smoothly - the suitcase of books left with Andrew, presents left with Marie at the SMWS (and a foolproof plan made for next weekend) and a very nice SMWS Talisker.
I've now got Bill Bailey having fun with an orchestra, and a very nice glass of Chateu Neuf to finish the evening.
Not a bad weekend. Oh, and I still have the beard.