Spook and I got sick last week - too much togetherness. He had 4 days of a lurking lurgy and I had an intensive day of sickness followed by 2 days of queasiness. I'm not hanging out with him again, when he has that sick chicken look!!
However, we are returned to rude health. It's been a busy week with him putting the big tent up and down a couple of times, and doing long days trying to help solve the sticky situation at Inverness Pooworks.
Mum has come up for 12 days. We had a great day out on the road to Mallaig yesterday. It is a 45min drive through Harry Potter country, out to the coast. When I was a student, I took the train and a tent to Skye, but never made it as I saw the White Sands of Morar and got off the train early and camped on the shore. The big beach in the photo was my view, and there was nobody around. (ok, so I didn't have enough tent pegs and the swishing of the nylon in the wind all night made me think there was a bad man in waterproofs walking round the tent wondering how to break in - I was so happy to wake up alive!) I also met a girl on the train who got me a job in China, and met some fishermen who tossed a coin to see which carload could carry on drinking and use me as a driver to take them back to Glasgow, so it was an adventure, full of Glasgow humour and sweary words.
The wee flowers are called Thrift (Mum tells me). I like that as I think they got their name from their ability to live on so little. The Islands are Eigg and Rhum, and the jagged hills are The Cuillins on Skye, with the gentle hills of the garden end of the island in the foreground.
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