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shewhomustAfter a weekend with people but no internet at the Old Place of Monreith - which, in a landscape of standing stones, and cup and ring carvings, makes it sound even older than it certainly is - we are now in Isle of Whithorn, with internet but nowhere comfortable to write (and not really enough internet to upload pictures). Also, to be honest, distractions. I'm on holiday, after all, and I was enjoying my book (Kari Sperring's 'The Book of Gaheris', catnip for fans of Arthuriana). So this is not a catch up post.
However. Thursday was exhausting, and didn't result in my having done as much preparation as I had hoped: it never does. We set off on Friday later than I had hoped and earlier than I had feared: we usually do. The drive to Monreith took longer than seemed reasonable, but we knew it would - had, indeed, discused this with D. The reason his satnav gave such a long journey time is that the road west across the south of Scotland is both long and slow. Our satnav had, in addition, set itself to take us by the most scenic route: or possibly the shortest route, but the result is the same, it cuts corners, and took us through the Galloway Forest Park, which was wild and beautiful and I'm not complaining. And we weren't the last to arrive...
We were a party of seven: D., whose birthday treat it was,valydiarosada, durham_rambler and me, J, and a younger couple, one of whom I had met long, long ago. They were accompanied by two very docile rescue greyhounds, and a bat whose existence I take on trust, since she never came out to play with the company. The greyhounds did not attempt the spiral staircase which led to the upper cloors, but spent all their time in the kitchen (or racing around outside). I wasn't too keen on the spiral staircase myself, but surprised myself by coping fine with a bedroom on the top (second) floor. We all went out and did our own thing during the day, and took turns to cook for everyone in the evening. This went really well despite - or because of - one couple being vegan.
I think that's about as much tablet mode as I can cope with right now. More follows...
However. Thursday was exhausting, and didn't result in my having done as much preparation as I had hoped: it never does. We set off on Friday later than I had hoped and earlier than I had feared: we usually do. The drive to Monreith took longer than seemed reasonable, but we knew it would - had, indeed, discused this with D. The reason his satnav gave such a long journey time is that the road west across the south of Scotland is both long and slow. Our satnav had, in addition, set itself to take us by the most scenic route: or possibly the shortest route, but the result is the same, it cuts corners, and took us through the Galloway Forest Park, which was wild and beautiful and I'm not complaining. And we weren't the last to arrive...
We were a party of seven: D., whose birthday treat it was,
valydiarosada, durham_rambler and me, J, and a younger couple, one of whom I had met long, long ago. They were accompanied by two very docile rescue greyhounds, and a bat whose existence I take on trust, since she never came out to play with the company. The greyhounds did not attempt the spiral staircase which led to the upper cloors, but spent all their time in the kitchen (or racing around outside). I wasn't too keen on the spiral staircase myself, but surprised myself by coping fine with a bedroom on the top (second) floor. We all went out and did our own thing during the day, and took turns to cook for everyone in the evening. This went really well despite - or because of - one couple being vegan.I think that's about as much tablet mode as I can cope with right now. More follows...
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