The Old Hut.

Yesterday was spent packing ready for our little holiday and completing essential tasks: like making sure that the bees had enough food to last the duration and that someone would come and feed the birds a few times while we were away; that left no time for any sensible Blips.

Today was spent filling the car, driving up, and then emptying the car again. We managed to find the wee cafe high up in the middle of the Cairngorms that we used last year; it had changed hands recently but was as good as ever with the wee wifie who was waiting-on managing to be excessively welcoming and friendly without coming along every two minutes to make sure that “everything was alright.” It seemed that while she was busy with the customers, he husband was baking up an assortment of very nice looking traditional cakes to augment the light meals on offer.
The drive was through torrential downpours, blizzards and sunny periods that followed each other in quick succession and we did see some lying snow on some of the north facing slopes.


The old hut in the Blip is just behind the Manse where we’re staying; it doesn't seem to have served a useful purpose withing living memory and, even though it has been there for the best part of a hundred years, I haven’t noticed it during our many previous visits. It appears, like many of the Essex churches with which I used to be familiar, to have been built and repaired during many different architectural periods out of a wide variety of materials (ranging, in this case, from wattle and daub to second-hand wardrobes). I think this qualifies for the Derelict Sunday challenge, thanks are due to Marlieske for hosting.

The extra is of the manse itself which had been my intended Blip.