On Monday morning Heather let us know that Ewan’s Dad died in the early hours of the morning at the age of 92. I was sorry to hear it; there are not many of our parents’ generation left and I’m sad for Ewan and the whole family.
We set off to Ullapool mid-morning with the cats; on our way back from the Post Office (we were posting a Christmas parcel to New Zealand) we met Tom who was standing on the wee wall outside Grandma’s house to greet us, so to his surprise we picked him up and carried him straight to the car! Flora was soon captured and joined him in the cat basket, and off we set. We had a good run with no delays and had fish suppers for tea. The weather was quite rainy because Storm Bram was on its way across the Atlantic, and it was very blustery this morning. However by lunch time the wind stopped for a while; I think that we were in the eye of the storm. The sky looked very peculiar; many layers of clouds lit from beneath by the setting sun. By tea time the storm was back with a vengeance and we could hear the wind roaring around the cottage and blowing down the chimney. However when I went outside to check it out I was surprised to find that, bizarrely, it wasn’t very cold. And I was right; the weather forecast later mentioned that mild tropical air is being dragged up from the mid-Atlantic by the storm. As I lie in bed blogging at almost midnight, it still sounds really wild out there!
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