You might be forgiven for thinking that life in a tiny Highland community would be quiet, even boring, but not a bit of it. I’m writing this on a grey and rainy Thursday evening, on the only day so far this week that I haven’t actually been out somewhere. The reason I have unhindered access to my laptop is that DH is out at the moment at another meeting about the community transport database he’s been working on.
Sunday morning saw me making the short but beautiful walk along the road to the local parish church, where we had five rousing hymns and an enjoyable sermon from a visiting minister. As if that weren't enough singing for one day, after lunch I walked across the road to the local community centre for a meeting of the newly-established music group which meets every Sunday afternoon for impromptu singing and music-making. It was a very hoarse Perpetua who made her way home for tea two hours later, after singing a wonderful variety of Scottish and Irish folk-songs, together with a sprinkling of good old parlour and music-hall ditties. Our beautifully crisp rendering of “My Grandfather’s Clock” almost raised the roof!
|The recycling centre with a view!|
Monday was another gloriously sunny day, so after an early lunch we filled the back of the car with a variety of stuff destined for the local recycling centre and drove across the causeway to what must be the most beautifully-positioned council utility in the country. Once we had offloaded everything into the relevant bins, we set off on the wonderful drive around the Kyle of Tongue, stopping every few minutes to take yet another photograph of the stunning scenery.
|Ben Loyal from the causeway across the Kyle of Tongue|
|Turn round and this is the view down the Kyle to the sea|
|The road goes ever on....|
At one point we parked the car and walked up a gentle slope to a headland overlooking the lovely Lochan Hakel and the magnificent peaks of Ben Loyal. The hill was dotted with aromatically-blossoming gorse bushes, interspersed with the last of the bluebells peeping through the heather and a mass of daisies among the shorter grass. This is one of our favourite local spots and it was lovely to see it in the summer sun, rather than on the freezing cold February day when we first discovered it.
|DH on a peak in Darien....|
|Ben Loyal across Lochan Hakel|
|Lovely Lochan Hakel|
|The road home from Lochan Hakel - with trees!|
Tuesday morning brought a very different kind of outing for me – a short walk along our street for coffee with a neighbour. She is the wife of the painter and decorator who made such a good job of the house in our absence and being German and knowing that I once studied German, she invited me for a good old German Kaffeeklatsch. It was an immensely enjoyable hour, as my ageing brain dredged up the rusty remains of my once very fluent German, and I felt very pleased that I only had to drop into English a couple of times, when I simply couldn't find the words I wanted. But oh boy, was I tired by the time I went home to make lunch!
Yesterday was Wednesday and Wednesday of course means Knit and Natter and we did a great deal of both, on what became a very cold, grey and wet day. Indeed I was so late home that poor DH was starting to think he wouldn't get any lunch at all, but at least he had had four uninterrupted hours on my laptop to edge his project closer to completion. Now we are looking forward to lunch with a friend tomorrow and our return to Wales on Saturday, ready for my hospital appointment (pre-op assessment!) next Wednesday. It’s all go!
|The view at bedtime|