DEAR SPOOK, the drive down through the glen this morning was nice enough, but the one home was uplifting. There were red streaks of late afternoon sun hitting the orange slopes of Ben Lomond, and other hills that I never usually notice on that side of the loch. The water was like glass and the autumn colours now muted and soft. The light got better and better until the mountains of Glencoe were black silhouettes against a pale blue sky which blended with a lemony blue into a soft apricot as it sunk towards Ballachulish. There was still enough light there to show the moored yachts reflected exotically and the mountains, sky and water merging in such a state of calm as to make one forget that this can be a wild wee villlage - as you well know, my darling!!!! I did think of the fish you once caught there. It was quite a big one, I seem to remember.
I got back just in time to rush Meg and Holly along to the bonfire party, but Finn refused to go. They had fed themselves and he was quite self contained with his laptop and his music. Tracy had fire torches lighting the drive down to her house, great fireworks, big sparky fire, a huge orange moon in the sky (don't know where she ordered that from) and really yummy food. I had a blether with a few folk, but Meg was ready for home so we weren't long and got back to find Finn heading out the door at 8.15pm to the 'posh' swimming pool. Meg joined him with The Camerons and I tried to get the house back in order.
Winter would be so easy if only it didn't rain quite so much. The dry cold is lovely.
xxx
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