Birthday Dinner

Not every dinner comes with a decoration of sea shells, in fact they were added by our friends from Switzerland, with whom we spent a couple of nights in their remote hired cottage.

After a fruitless search for eagles we drove to Luskentyre (visiting the now-famous weaver Donald John Mackay) to wander the Vast Quantities Of Sand in the bay. With no other obvious sign of a birthday celebration, M had collected the shells and waited until dinner to place them round my plate. 

Naturally, I still have them.