Friday 27 April 2012
With your permission this blog will be a Kerouac style stream of consciousness entry. Slept warm under orange, wool, English made, Alzheimer charity shop blanket. Passed the nuclear reactor being dismantled near the Vulcan Ministry of Defense sign and new wind turbines nearby. Eggs and two pounds in the honest box but a dead fox hanging from a fence like a beacon to other predators not to harm the sheep. Rain brought us to a B & B/café/gift shop. Bought musical apron for whiskey bottle then leek and potato soup – homemade by Jon. He and his wife Anna came into the café while we were eating carrot cake and invited us to stay and use the Internet. Nicole played “It Wasn’t God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels” by Kitty Wells on her iPod. Snow flurries started and ended and despite the warning of snow we packed up at five to continue around the north west coast corner of Scotland.
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| Hold your tongue! |
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| Dian, Jon, Anna and Charles |
Before we left we gave the generous couple a painting Dian had done and they treated us to beverages. We gave them the .5 euro thirty second tour of our van and off we went to downtown Tongue. We some how got tied up in outer Tongue so never really held or bit our Tongue. (Try saying that five times in a row for a real...oh you get the idea.)
As we drove through the pristine wilderness STUNNING views of snow clad mountains and blue ocean met our eyes. Nicole said, "If you haven’t been to the northwest coast you haven’t seen Scotland." Ian, the fisherman who checked us in to the camp in Scourie agreed with her. He was heading off on a six day fishing trip with his crew even further north where they would find monk fish and prawns. We had chicken dinner with potatoes and corn on the cob overlooking the Atlantic.
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| The worst it ever got in Scotland, weather wise. |
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| A trash bin, a phone booth, and us. |
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