Vindication. Didn’t have a collapsed lung, but Gilly heard the mouse just after going to bed. Exited her room pronto and slept on the landing instead. I feel my reputation has been restored.
Left the cottage about 9.30am. Gilly left us in Letterkenny to head home for a break with her folks. Shazza led us all a merry dance across Co Derry and Antrim to the boat at Larne.
Managed to bully Wiseman, Shazza and Broon into a game of Scrabble on the boat. They got hockeyed.
Never ones to make the same mistake twice where good food is involved, we stopped at the Kilmarnock Little Chef this time en route back to Edinburgh. Spotted several New Hollands, a vintage Massey Ferguson and some other tractors on the road in Ayrshire. Even one Shazza and Broon weren’t familiar with. No John Deeres though.
And so it ends. A week’s holiday which met or exceeded all our expectations. Back to the daily grind… but only 2 months ’til Val d’Isère 2008…
The vintage Massey Ferguson wasn’t a 135 was it? a simply beautiful machine. Far better than any John Deere.
Hockeyed? I know it’s your new favourite word, Andrew, but I don’t think you’ve really grasped it’s actual meaning. Either that or I was involved in a different game of Scrabble (& Articulate, for that matter)