Breakfast in bed on a Sunday morning. Nothing to beat it!
In the morning we watched Laura Kuenssberg doing her usual Mrs Nasty impersonation and trying to keep those excitable politicians in line. It was a tough job today. Some were bemoaning their losses and others were just their usual smug selves. Wouldn’t you just hate to be a politician? No matter what you do there is bound to be someone who wants to burst your balloon.
It was such a lovely morning we walked down to the shops to get stuff for lunch and dinner. Scamp had it all planned out.
Lunch was our usual fried offering black pudding and / or haggis, with an egg for Scamp and some tinned tomatoes for me.
After lunch I went over to St Mo’s to walk off the excesses. The warm air from the morning was beginning to cool down and I was glad I’d taken my Rab jacket with me. PoD was a grab shot of a head-on shot of a bunch of Larch needles. From a distance I was sure I could see two eyes and a furry nose looking at me, but maybe I was mistaken!
Dinner was Prawn Cocktail followed by Jersey Royal potatoes, Sea Bream and Griddled Red Pepper as the main.
Then Fresh Fruit Salad chopped up neatly by Scamp.
Spoke to Jamie later and got the itinerary for their intended visit north in a few weeks. We also saw some of Simonne’s beautiful photos from their recent holiday. Made us jealous.
Tomorrow I have a visit to the dentist to look forward to.