The cats are still reluctant to go outdoors here in Ullapool so this morning I sat outside for a while reading my book, in order to show them that it’s not so scary. Tom came out straight away and has been roaming around the outside of the cottage. Flora was less keen, but she has now come outside and sat beside me, and has even gone down the steps a short way, miaowing all the way which shows she’s not very happy. I have temporarily closed the door so that she can’t dash back inside, and she is sniffing and staring around so she is showing some interest in the outdoors.
Anyway as I was sitting here I heard the church bell tolling at 11 o’clock, which reminded me that it’s Armistice Day. I looked out at the Loch and thought about James’ great-uncle Hugh, and my Grandpa and my Dad and all the other Scottish soldiers who fought in wars not of their own making, to protect our country. The birds were singing in the trees and ducks were quacking in the pond and I could hear the river rushing over the stones, so it certainly wasn’t a silent moment of reflection, but it did feel peaceful and good to be thinking of them outdoors in this beautiful place.
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