Big Bountiful Bertha

The tail end of the hurricane hit overnight and it was relentless. We didn't sleep a wink as it battered the house. But nearby and down the road in Ullapool some friends were caravanning, campervanning and tenting through the whole storm and it must have been petrifying. Woke up to news of nearby landslides, roads washed away and probably some tent pegs landing in St Kilda. We were jammy sods, apart from no sleep and anxiety over the house creaking and groaning we were fine.

And as the clouds cleared the sun came out and it was roasting for a wee bit so we went hiking up to see the waterfall which had all but dried out the week before - or so the crofter told us - and it was thunderous and massive and powerful and a bit awe inspiring.

Off to the drumbeg cake shop.... for cake and then up to the viewpoint to hear grandma retell the tale of the local police man's encounter with the pirates and the unexpected drugs bust.

Two notable evening occurrences; I cooked a lasagne from scratch and it was edible and Grandma and Tess won the mega scrabble.