Cullen Skink

Officially on holiday from work for a week but still experiencing palpitations. Probably daft enough now to be having palpitations about the fact I'm having palpitations. I'm that uncool. And annoying. Pfft. Although not as uncool as the delivery drivers that travelled across the country to deliver us a mattress three days late this morning, only to arrive, go to the back of the van and find they had forgotten to put the mattress in the van. I hear that's pretty standard for Yodel/ Arrow XL's. Pfft x 10.

Unsprung a bit on a day out up the coast with Dave taking the lead. Started with torrential rain, then sleet and snow, then beautiful sunshine, then a wee bit of a gale on the way home. Cullen skink for him at Boyndie so he was a happy man and I got enthralled by a knitted jumper (what has become of me). Then off to whitehills rock pools and Troup Head RSPB site (where we aborted our plans for an impromptu visit and rain checked them for another day...a day when Dave doesn't have vertigo at the thought of cliff tops....) then to the actual planned destination, New Aberdour for some familiar terrain of secret coves, wind blown reeds, beautiful sea worn stones and twinkly blue sea in the sunshine. Tess had time to get into some serious arty farty lovely stone business, while Dave enjoyed a blasphemous sweetie ( which I've just realised would make a good band name, maybe not).