The Cat is a bit Historical.

We had a delightful 10hr journey south. I really do mean that. the journey is far more dramatic in that direction and the children are becoming accustomed to long journeys. It's not that long since they were falling out on the way to Granny's - 12 miles north of Banavie! Granted, Finn did still talk all the way. He kept finding himself stuck beside his father, iether with him driving or in the back seat and as Spook had armed himself with an mp3 player, he tried to engage Meg and I, iether from his front seat position or his back seat and it wasn't working very well. He declared himself to be a loner, meaning that he was lonely. I taught him how to enjoy simple things, like listening to his father singing The Long Dark Veil in monotone. And how to laugh when his father would suddenly shout out to us about something he'd just seen and forget that he had the earphones on, making him seem a little unbalanced. Unfortunatley Finn didn't think it was funny when we went to the toilets and he nipped off to explore The Hysterical Hut. He said it wasn't as scary as he'd expected. I said that was because it was a Historic Hut. He said it was unkind to laugh at his Dyslexia.

We had lunch looking at The Franz Josef Glacier (in photo), and I couldn't resist stopping back at Bruce's Bay again on the way home (photo). This is 2 hrs from us and I want to come back to stay in the wee fishing house that is for rent by the road. Although it is on the main route on the coast, people only stop to take photos for 5 mins as the sandflies chase them away again. The beach has heaps of drift wood and I reckon if you cover up and slap on the repellant, a day of beach combing would be bliss and a wee night in the hut wouldn't do any harm.

It was a wonderful holiday - 5 star treatment, but it is nice to be home, now that we are here. Josh has been staying and the house is spick and span. The cat is well fed and a bit boisterous, jumping on my face when tucking Meg in and clooking both our feed from the end of the bed, making us squeal and hide under the covers in a tight ball. The air is much cooler high up here and Finn said it felt like Piazzatorre when we got out the car. It's not freezing, but it has a mountain feel about it.

Spook is back to work tomorrow and the children and I will unpack and try to keep it as nice as Josh has.