a heady mix of a month started out with Emily arriving from London in the teeth of a gale (the schools then the buses then the offices shut down for the day). We spent a jolly weekend bouncing over the island road in search of tea cakes that weren't stale and anything resembling a social life. The walking was superb (sheltering behind gravestones to eat our sandwiches in a hailstorm was a particular highlight) but the nearest we came to a social life was the last 3 minutes of an old firm game on the telly at the Pollachar Inn. Hey ho.
The next weekend was spent with 3 jolly lumberjacks at Drumbuidhe. Jake, Donald and Gordon cut down as many of our conifers as they could (about 50% of the border of the garden) and I spent a painful hour kneeling on the south wood store roof mending the house with (industrial grade) sticky tape. Things got a wee bit emotional and heated over strawberry wine and blueberry vodka but it was a weekend of decent chat, fine fod and sticky resin.
After a weekend spent driving around south Uist and Eriskay looking for a gap in the rain that never came there was a decent spot of tea and dancing at Daliburgh where I made it (just) through every dance apart from the fiendishly complex scottische.
I'm now back from a busy weekend that covered Campbell's Birthday present (wine tasting at the Ubiquitous Chip: nice food and wine but Campbell didn't make it through the main course before he had to be poured into a taxi); 3 days spent doing intensive babysitting in Devon (I'm bruised and tired but, hey, nobody died) and finally a frantic shop in Glasgow (obscure hair dye! tofu and kikkoman! waitrose!) before jumping on the flight back to Benbecula where my cheeky wee late arrival was discovered when I missed a meeting my Stornoway boss had set up for 9am. Hey and indeed ho.
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