Youngster

The promised heavy rain came through during the night and we awoke to a morning of low cloud over the hills and a steady drizzle.  It wasn't a day to be up high so we had a relaxed start to the day and then walked out to the Highland Folk Museum, an open air site similar to Beamish with a range of buildings brought in and rebuilt from several places in the Highlands.

One of the houses was furnished from the 1950s and brought back memories for us both of our grandparents' and parents' homes.  The grocery store had those tins of biscuits I remember well and put me in mind of the glass topped cases of 'mis-shapes', broken biscuits which were cheap and which we loved as children.

The site is extensive and, at the far end was a recreated blackhouse steading.  Sadly, Covid has meant that the demonstrations of crafts are not presently taking place, but there was much to see.  How on earth they managed to weave cloth in such dark houses I do not know.  The young man who was on hand to answer questions, told us that they had experimented with lime-washing one of the interior walls which gave some reflected light from the window.  

We decided we were hungry and indeed two hours had passed, so we walked back to the village and had lunch at Wild Flour, tasty as usual.  Tomorrow we move on for our second week so today's blip had to be of one of the young red squirrels which we have enjoyed watching all this week.