Well into Boxing Day evening, a few pounds heavier and even less energy but quite relaxed about it. Christmas day entailed very little activity, although Dougal and Co had a good run around the Bay in the morning as I shifted the cut up tree up the shore a little. Still very breezy from the West with less rain.
The rest of the day entailed me not cooking anything and watching most of Gone With The Wind and Spartacus, that Gerrard Butler film. The venison had been in the slow cooker for around twenty-four hours and was sweet and as tender as could be. Dug the last of the tatties and pulled a few carrots to go with the parsnips to complete the feast. This was all preceded by a starter of prawns, smoked bacon, garlic and soft cheese, prawns that were alive four hours before and very tasty. So that was Christmas and a very pleasant day it was with most of the family back home, Calum in Tasmania with the Plockton/Applecross Inn connection.
May have gone fishing today but worked a shift at the Inn instead as that took less effort. A little brighter.
Sent up to check the snow gates on the Hill, a new safety addition to prevent unsuspecting visitors getting stuck on the Bealach.
Quite often an emotive subject ,the Bealach being blocked, but sometimes it snows and sometimes the roadmen have holidays. I think I am more tolerant than many people, a little of the Celtic fatalism, when you just accept events, weather that you just do not control. If the weather is bad one does not go fishing and why fret. On the way to the gate there were a couple of stags grazing above the road at the Coal Shed.
Turning at the gate you could not help but admire the view across the Sound. It is so good to see the sun showing on the water and on the Bay.
With the Hill being closed the stream of visitors did not materialise. It takes other observers to comment on a morning at the Inn and the couple from London who had come down from the Torridon Hotel did just that. Seems while they were having their scallops we sold some milk to some one I sent some one down to my garden to pick rosemary for his soup and gave some one else a half pound of butter as he was cooking dinner and the shop was closed. All every day stuff but, coming from London, they loved it telling me he does not know who is neighbour is having lived beside them for ten years. Had a brief view of Mr Hingley who is now back on the road to some sense of normality. Yesterday part of his Christmas day involved roller skating down to the Inn in shorts, goggles, crash helmet and very brightly coloured socks.
Just about every one who came in today had one or more dogs with them, terriers, collies and Dougal’s sister over from Lochcarron and doing very well it appears.