Sunday, April 11, 2010
It's hard to grasp just what we have done. Six months!! We are here for six months!! After sleeping in until 10 this morning, we returned to the scene of the crime, Golspie, where we spent our first few nights in 1998 with the kids. And I heard, for the first time since then, a skylark. Such a song it sings as it spirals up into the sky, you just have to stop and listen. Some impressions so far . . .
I get the Let's Do the Time Warp Again song rolling through my head when driving past homes built in the 1700s to 1800s and see big screen TVs through the windows.
It's lambing season, and the wee bitty white dots all over the fields are lambs. Cute as can be.
Pheasants in the throes of lust do not look both ways before crossing the street. :-(
Sixty-two degrees in April means short sleeves to Scottish folks. Shirtless, in some cases. It's a heat wave!
Soup and a crusty roll for 2 pounds 50. Life is good.