This past weekend, we headed back to my beloved Sutherland for a week of country life. It was wonderful. We read, slept in, had late breakfasts and dined on lamb pie and stews well into the night. We played board games and went for leisurely walks in the field, searching for artifacts and finding tiny skeletons. We baked bread, played with the cat, huddled up in front of the fire and spend entire days doing nothing. We drank red wine and fed the neighbours geese. We listened to the local radio station and laughed at our own silliness. We wore pajamas most of the time and warm water bottles became a necessity. We made friends with an old dog and laughed at my jealous cat. We saw rainbows and the prettiest of sunsets and almost cried when it was time to leave. It was lovely!
And I am afraid I'm turning into quite the country pumpkin.