Here is the bed we are sleeping in. This is an ungenerous self-catering cottage that does not provide sugar or a teabag or oil or soap, so it is a blessing that the water is hot and the bed comfortable despite the non-feather duvet and furniture made out of sticks. Please note the excellent tartan detailing:
If you look out of the window, though, you soon forget the tartan ribbon round the lampshade:
Yesterday we drove through rain and looked at things and went for a walk and ate lamb chops. Today the rain was not here and the sun was, so we drove the opposite way and looked at different things. The things included Dunvegan Castle, which was MUCH better than I thought it would be - mainly because of the walled garden and this letter:
After that, we did a vague sort of walk to the coral beach and had a picnic. As you can see, the quality of foodstuffs supplied (by me) was moderately high; you may also see (by looking at the backgrounds) that we were in quite a nice spot. It may not be clear that we were also in a force 100 gale.
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| Delightful smoked salmon sandwich nestled in foil, moistened with cream cheese and made vicious with pepper. |
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| Prince of Snacks, the hard-boiled egg, with salt and pepper from A TWIST OF FOIL. In the background, a hill. |
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| My "husband" triumphantly holds aloft a ham and lettuce sandwich against a backdrop of sea. |
We are now once more in our pants watching the television. Tonight, it is leftovers out of the refrigerator (O the joy of cooking for oneself and having a washing machine after 2 weeks of travelling!) and more television; tomorrow, to Glasgow to see my oldest and one of my most beloved friends. We shall bestow wooden snakes upon her sons (who are probably too old for them) and jump up and down with excitement. After that, to the Lake District.
Soon, I shall write more about anoraks and how I feel about owning one. I may also introduce you to Mr Stick. But that is for another day.
Until then, I remain, in my pants, eating tablet and watching TV,
NWM
10 comments:
What do you mean by "pants"?
The British definition, i.e. not trousers
If you were in a force 100 gale, it is a good thing you brought your salt and pepper in a twist of foil rather than the traditional 'screw of paper' favoured by the Famous Five. It blew away (from the boat into the sea) at least once per book, at which point they whinged about the lack of salt on their hard-boiled eggs, before concluding happily that the eggs still tasted nicer because eaten out-of-doors. Hope yours did too.
I don't understand why you keep putting "husband" in quotes. Is he not really your husband? Thanks for showing us your holiday. Lovely armchair traveling.
Katie: exactly what I had in mind, i.e. 'screw of paper', but in a more solid format using materials available to us, i.e. foil. Yes they DID taste nicer out of doors. I think most food does in some ways. But not food with sand in it.
Leilani - yes we are married (legally and everything), but when you get married 2 days before you are 40, the idea of referring to another person as a "husband" is strange. So we are married, he is my husband, I am his wife (he has the same problem as me oddly) and I have not taken his name, partly because the Feminist Republic of Quebec will not allow it. True fact!
Oh dear. This must be clear-things-up-for-the-culturally-deprived day: what food is tablet? Because I have a mental picture of you and the 'husband' (who actually is only a giant hand, but that's okay) happily munching on cardboard backed paper which, I'm afraid, is not made better with a sprinkle of salt and pepper.
NB - this vision is in quite tight close-up as I do not make a practice of imagining internet people in their pants. Even with tartan detailing. Perhaps especially with tartan detailing.
NBS (nota bene secunda) - You do not need to explain the Famous Five as I was raised on E. Blyton and not only know them, but also all the Adventure children (who explored Islands, Castles etc and had a parrot. And mice. And earwigs I think. And thumped each other regularly) and the St Clair's girls (DAMN those disruptive new girls and their evil, evil ways!) among many others.
What is tablet? Tablet is the taste of Scottish halloween. In reality it is a sugary and vanilla confection and is tooth rottingly delicious. The best tablet is only made in Scotland.
But, but Claudine was disruptive but not evil!
Tablet!
Oh God. Dairy butter tablet.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Ah! Thank you. Sugary sweet is much, much better than carboardy.
Also Katie, you are so right, and personally I was delighted when she fell into the swimming baths and drenched the horrible mother.
Finally - I have a vague memory of some mystery solving type children, one of whom had a monkey? Anyone know what series that was? (the monkey also, so far as I remember, played Snap and licked egg off someone's shoe. I do not say this in reference to any other excellent monkeys who probably do not do the egg trick but who may, when a bit groggy on absinthe, play Snap)
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