Stuff...

....Owen making stuff. Give a chap some nails, a hammer, a screw driver and a block of wood and the hours will slip by.

After last night's event, things were a little quiet around the ranch this morning. I stirred in time to drop-off 20 bags of Lady's Mantle at the garden waste point at Torfedy. Owen accompanied me and job done we went to the former Deep Sea Fisherman Mission in Lochinver for a coffee and breakfast roll. Sad to report it was awful; long life bread roll, microwaved bacon and Nescafe coffee. I really don't think cafes should get away with this sort of crap, and it's a sad fall from grace from its days as a refuge for trawlermen, when the food was brilliant.

A day of cleaning and preparing the house for the winter shutdown before we joined Ewen in the hotel for a shandy or two, and then retired back to the house to polish-off the leftovers from last night. Nancy and Owen are watching Strictly and I'm not.

Home tomorrow, and I'd rather stay another week.