Family time ...

But first things first. (a)Paracetamol works in dispelling the post-jag malaise, apart from the gastric issues, which were better helped by omeprazole. (b) Apart from bruised-feeling arms/shoulders, most of the symptoms dissipated 24 hours after jag-time. So I slept fine, though a sort of unconscious caution meant I woke in exactly the same position as I'd gone to sleep in, so felt more than somewhat stiff.

When I finally crawled out of bed, I had quite a busy morning. First I made a loaf, because I realised we literally had only a crust left. Then I made a large and delicious venison casserole, complete with red wine and juniper berries, and tidied up the consequent mess. Didn't feel much like lunch, so we had a couple of oatcakes and a small handful of Kalamata olives for lunch and called it a day. 

My #2 son and family arrived mid-afternoon, though as Ewan wanted a walk we actually met in Glen Massan, where they'd gone straight from the ferry. We didn't get all the way up the road, largely because granddaughter Catriona is an even more obsessive photo-taker than I am, so she and I were left far behind having a good blether and taking various arty-farty photos. I don't know quite where Anna was when I took the photo above of their parents and Himself passing the cottages at the end of the village, but we all ended up together again about a mile further on. 

We had a bottle of Cremant to toast their arrival, along with some crackers and caviare (the cheap kind!) to precede the venison, which meant that the cook was fairly random as she dished out six plates of food and reflected on how much more six people eat than two. (Basic, I know, but ...) By the time we'd finished and Himself had washed up we were all exhausted, though the girls have been hysterical with laughter until almost midnight. Their parents are sleeping in the Argyll Hotel, which means we didn't have to turn the study upside down to accommodate two beds ... They're far too grown-up anyway! Such a change from the small people who seemed to visit only the other week ...

Enough. It's past midnight and I'm beginning to feel the worse for wear again. Just need to get Catriona out of my shower room ...