DEAR SPOOK, I am getting all these reports from friends who tell me you are pine-ing for us, home-sick, love-sick...........I'm just not getting that feeling from these pictures. If you could stop grinning for a moment, I might be more convinced. Maybe that smile is painted on your face.
There is a wee look of Morar beach about the place. I think it has something to do with Roddy clutching his cup of tea for warmth, while you wade into the sea. I know that as a Munro, you will attempt a dip in any temperatures, and I notice that you are the only one partaking of the salt water. Roddy has been gone from the glens for too long for that caper. I also note from the interesting photo of the very large dude in the circle of sand, that you must be very, very far from the camera as you look very, very small. And the incredible hulk in the surf shorts must be very, very near the camera. I'm guessing you and he are probably about the same size.
Marion, however, is just petite. I assume that was before your run.
The children were spared any hauling of coal sacks today. Granny phoned this morning to say the coalman was at her house and did I want him sent in my direction. I said not to worry as I had ordered coal earlier in the week and he would be down to deliver in the afternoon. She hadn't ordered coal as they had plenty, but he persuaded her to purchase 10 bags and somehow got your sister to buy 7. Everytime I nipped out, I told Finn to keep an eye out for him and make sure it was 10 bags that were delivered and no less (I'd left cash out for that amount). By nightfall, there was still cash and no coal. I phoned him as he was heading back to his side of the country and he informed me that by the time he had got to me, he had no coal left!! He will be back next Saturday. Now I'm not saying Granny and your sister stole my coal....................no, no Granny, only kidding. Please do not bring a bag down. I'll be squeezing an extra bag out of him next week, or I'll be squeezing his neck.
Mum and I went past the view point up in Glenroy at dusk. It is the first time I have driven past that point since The Sinclairs left the glen almost 6 years ago. I forgot how winding and narrow it is and how far! As we looked away to where the road disappeared and realised there was still a fair distance to go to the lodge house, we could see rain creeping up the glen. It looked dark and forboding and a long way from the flat lands of Mildura in Australia. But how lovely it always was to reach the end of the road, and the warm welcome that could be relied upon. By 4.15pm, the darkness engulfed us and we headed back to the village.
xxx
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