Two weeks of hard work at Kingsburgh fank was finally over. The sheep had been gathered, lambs dosed, jagged, castrated, tails docked and then, along with the sheep, dipped.
It was a relief to have time to think.
The next day I was a bit on the burnt-out side and not fit for much at all. I went into Portree for a newspaper and some shopping and in the process acquired a bottle of red wine.
The afternoon and early evening was spent horizontal, on the sofa, reading the paper and sipping the wine. I had no B&B's booked in and was hoping for an empty night, but the vacancies sign proved too tempting for a pair of weary travelers.
An Austrian man with twelve year old son had pulled up at the Romesdal B&B looking for a room. The chiming of the doorbell and Jay barking lifted me from my rest.
I said 'yes, I have a room', showed them into the house and asked what time did they require breakfast. 9.00 was the agreed time and I returned to the sofa, wine and an infuriating, in a quiet way, cryptic crossword puzzle.
Unsurprisingly, considering the wine and general tiredness, I fell into a deep sleep and on awaking was a tad more dazed and confused than usual. It was daylight, that was for sure, and I glanced at the clock on the sideboard to be told it was 8.30.
I jumped from the sofa in horror! I had people expecting breakfast at 9.00 and I was very not ready!
I dashed from kitchen to dining room, laying table and frying sausage and bacon near simultaneously. I was in full automatic pilot. Mushrooms were chopped and toaster filled with coffee ready to go.
I looked at clock in kitchen, 8.50, and noticed it was getting darker outside. So I sighed wearily at the realisation, and proceeded to eat two full Scottish breakfasts for my supper.
In consolation, at least the table was laid for the morning.
Such is life.
It was a relief to have time to think.
The next day I was a bit on the burnt-out side and not fit for much at all. I went into Portree for a newspaper and some shopping and in the process acquired a bottle of red wine.
The afternoon and early evening was spent horizontal, on the sofa, reading the paper and sipping the wine. I had no B&B's booked in and was hoping for an empty night, but the vacancies sign proved too tempting for a pair of weary travelers.
An Austrian man with twelve year old son had pulled up at the Romesdal B&B looking for a room. The chiming of the doorbell and Jay barking lifted me from my rest.
I said 'yes, I have a room', showed them into the house and asked what time did they require breakfast. 9.00 was the agreed time and I returned to the sofa, wine and an infuriating, in a quiet way, cryptic crossword puzzle.
Unsurprisingly, considering the wine and general tiredness, I fell into a deep sleep and on awaking was a tad more dazed and confused than usual. It was daylight, that was for sure, and I glanced at the clock on the sideboard to be told it was 8.30.
I jumped from the sofa in horror! I had people expecting breakfast at 9.00 and I was very not ready!
I dashed from kitchen to dining room, laying table and frying sausage and bacon near simultaneously. I was in full automatic pilot. Mushrooms were chopped and toaster filled with coffee ready to go.
I looked at clock in kitchen, 8.50, and noticed it was getting darker outside. So I sighed wearily at the realisation, and proceeded to eat two full Scottish breakfasts for my supper.
In consolation, at least the table was laid for the morning.
Such is life.
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