A flying visit

It was originally intended to be a truly flying visit. We used to do it just fine - quick morning drive to Edinburgh, spend time with family, have a meal together, drive home again - especially on the long light evenings of summer. But then the doubts set in, and Himself fretted about his ability to stay awake for long enough, let alone put up with my motorway driving ( I don’t get much practice in Argyll). So two nights ago I managed to get a room booked in a convenient hotel and here we are…

We’ve had a lovely day. Ewan had lunch ready shortly after our arrival; we saw granddaughter Catriona briefly ( just back from Corfu, she had a band rehearsal); we went sightseeing in the Dean Village. Himself did a study of this place in his Higher Geography, and I’ve known since I met him that it’s in a post-glacial gorge, but I’ve never seen some of the modern adjustments like the flood barriers on windows close to the river…

We met Anna from school and headed back to the house for fizz, nibbles and chat, followed by a wonderful spicy Thai dinner (did I mention what a fab cook my #2 son is?), followed by more chat and some laughter verging on hysteria as we prepared to leave. They go off on their annual French summer soon; it’ll be the end of August before we see them again.

We’ve left the car in their car park - it costs hard cash here. Besides, we’d both been on the sauce …

Time for sleep!