On the road to Kinlochewe

We are currently driving to Kinlochewe for the weekend. Well, James is driving, and I am blogging. We are also listening to Midland’s new album. I am enjoying it considerably more than James, who keeps singing his own cheeky words to the tunes. Admittedly his words are quite funny.
I had one of my recurring dreams about my Mum last night. She was still alive in my dream and we were on holiday, but I had gone out without remembering to check that she was ok and had eaten her breakfast. The rest of the dream involved trying to get back to her to take care of her, but I was delayed again and again by increasingly unlikely scenarios. I woke feeling anxious and flustered. I think that this is probably linked to James’ and my current worry about Grandma, who is still in hospital and not doing too well. Also I met a lovely lady in Grandma’s ward the other day who told me that she was born in September 1931 - just like my Mum. So it’s not hard to work out why I had the dream.
The weather is mixed so far and according to the forecast is will continue to be a mixture of sunshine and showers for the weekend. I’m glad that we have booked a room in the comfort of the Kinlochewe Hotel instead of joining Ally and Cat in the more spartan bunkhouse next door.

* Update on arrival at the Hotel - our room is very nice indeed! Alasdair (who has organised the weekend) has done us proud.