A Feast of Faust

Right. That’s Dr Faustus dealt with. All done and dusted in just two chunky sessions. Mr L and Nell went out to find the top of Mark Hill yesterday, leaving me to get on with my studying and to rest my Achilles after our climb up to Moyle the day before. I made a tasty Cheese pudding for our evening meal, which served to remind me that I want to start a food section on Two Snails. That of course gave me a prod in the conscience area regarding getting our travels up to date. Perhaps if we see more rain this week I can do that.

It rained a great deal in the night and I had little sleep. Rain can be very noisy when one is sleeping in a glorified tin can.

There is a wealth of good walking around here, some of it is actually well signposted
There is a wealth of good walking around here, some of it is actually well signposted

Today we walked up to the top of the site (huff, puff) and into the wood and down onto the Muckle trail, in reverse direction to normal. We were aiming for a Geocache somewhere in the area where the Muckle and Jubilee paths coincide, on the Woodpecker Trail.

Nell failed to find the Tupperware
Nell failed to find the Tupperware

Nell has yet to display her Tupperware-seeking skills and simply stands back and allows Mr L to do all of the work. She will have to do better!

Geocache found, we walked further down the Jubilee Path and into Rockcliffe where we sat on a bench and enjoyed the sight and sound of the waves and inhaled the sea air. I have been missing that. I must say that I find Rockcliffe more appealing when the tide is in than when it is out. Mr L disappointed that no ice cream van was present.

The walk from Rockcliffe up to Colvend has little to recommend it on the best of days and once my Achilles had begun to trouble me, the walk lost its charm altogether. After shopping, Nell and Mr L walked home via Dalbeattie forest, leaving me to bring the shopping home on the bus because I travel for free.

I may draft my assignment tomorrow as rain is forecast and my ankle hurts. On Wednesday we hope to take the bus to Castle Douglas and have a nosy around “Food Town”. Friday we hope to finally track the fish van down by walking into Dalbeattie where the van spend the entire morning on a Friday. Saturday morning we’ll trot over to Colvend again for the Produce Market, perhaps doing a couple of Geocaches on the way home.

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Bare Naked

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We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

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October 18, 2020 at 01:22PM

On our way again. Not far to go and no check in until 2pm so a late and lazy start to our day. I have been watching eagles. Not sure what we are going to be doing for the next few days. We want to take Nell to a vet and the outcome of that… Continue reading October 18, 2020 at 01:22PM

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