Burnt ears

It is said that if your ears feel as if they are burning it’s because someone is talking about you. That may be the case, but the main reason that my ears are burning this evening is because they got a little bit singed at Achnahaird Beach today. James and I are in Ullapool and the weather is fantastic. Today we went to the beach with a picnic and James’ trusty camping stove, with which we brewed some coffee. I set off into the waves for a swim but failed to get in above my waist, unusually. The water was very cold and the waves were quite strong, at least they felt that way to me. I think that I could have managed with cold or with waves, but both together was too much. It was still very refreshing and I dried off quickly in the sunshine, hence the burnt ears. 

The cats are with us in the cottage. Tom is as happy as usual, but Flora had another difficult journey. During the last 10 minutes of the journey she again did a poo in the cat carrier and was sick onto Tom, which can’t have been very pleasant for either of them. I haven’t attempted to get pills from the vet to sedate her for the journey because my (admittedly uninformed) instinct tells me that it might not be good for her. As soon as we arrived at the cottage I had to wipe down both cats and to clean the cat carrier! The good news is that she seems to be a lot more confident about venturing into the garden with Tom, and has been in and out of the cottage all day.