Ah don’t you love summer? By that rhetorical minefield of a question what I really mean is, I love summer and as you know by now, it’s pretty much all about me.
Now that my elephant trumpeting allergies are under control, thanks to finally acquiring a neat supply of my old snorty-inhaler BFF, ‘Flonase’, I am altogether a happier, more well-adjusted and harmonious being, to an almost hippy-like degree. Got trees? I will hug them. Lentils? I will soak and eat them. Happy little children? Well, let’s not get carried away, here. I feel better, hell hasn’t frozen over or anything, you can keep the loud little mini-humans. However, it’s interesting to note that not once this week so far have I thought homicidal thoughts towards my fellow man or strained my middle digit by strenuous thrusting it at objects of derision accompanied by a hearty and fruity expletive. There might be hope for me yet.
At least until it rains again. Then all bets are off. Null and void, people. Don’t even try to cash those suckers.
So how have you all been? I feel I need to sit you down and have a nice conversation over a fragrant cup of coffee, to catch up as I feel I’ve been away forever. Like serving a jail term or something. Not that I’ve been in jail or anything. Heavens no. Ha ha ha ha. What gave you that idea?
Um…what’s that over there?
Anyway, I’m attempting to return to a state of normalcy here now regarding posting frequently about nothing of any importance and insulting people with gusto.
Photos you said? Don’t pretend you didn’t. Don’t say you want more of them then groan when you get it. That’s not how it works at all. As you may have deduced from the entry below, I was touring around the highlands, here in the country of my birth, bothering sheep and looking at mountains and castles and hearing bagpipes IN MY SLEEP. Photos?
The above is Eilean Donan Castle, on the Kyle of Lochalsh, near the Isle of Skye. Sadly the tide was out, but you can’t have everything. It’s still pretty.
This is on the west coast in the Ardnamurchan area, as were the photos in the last entry. It’s one of my favourite places anywhere, full of sea views, wild flowers, narrow roads, scenic villages and lack of people. Perfect.
This is the highland town of Ullapool, where you can catch a ferry to the Hebrides, and, as it happens, find really good Indian pakorah. Yes please!
This is Durness, on Scotland’s north west coast. All white sand and roaring ocean. Awesome!
I also visited Doune Castle, which is not only cool in its own right, but also SUPER COOL because it’s one of the locations used to film HBO’s fearsomely awesome “Game of Thrones”. I spent a pleasant afternoon stomping around the arched cellars swishing my cape like Sean Bean if Sean Bean was really flamboyant. And you know…a straight lady with delusions. Which, he isn’t.
It was also the location where Monty Python and the Holy Grail was filmed. There. I gave you some actual info. Go me. * I don't have a cape...
That’s all I’m giving you for now. See, this way I won’t bore you too hard. Aren’t I considerate?
