At long last we are up in Innellan and the sun does shine in this part of the world.

 

The sun is now out, and according to our neighbours, its been out for the past fortnight 

With the two of us cocooned we set off up to Innellan on Wednesday with a car packed full, mostly with the king size bed that arrived too late to get on the van on our trip up in May. This was carefully wedged above our heads whilst our cloths were shoehorned in around it. The journey was slightly drawn out, due to bad planning on our part. We managed to hit the largest car park in the world at 9am, otherwise known as the clockwise southern section of the M25. Yet by 10.30 we managed to get moving properly, up the M40, through Birmingham without any delays whatsoever, which was a first and out from the drizzle and into the sun of Cheshire. Stopping for our fast days lunch of fruit, before the final four hour push through glorious sunshine up to Scotland, arriving at 6pm in time to have tea, unpack the car and settle down for the Algerian game.

 The garden, a loose term used with imagination, has tried to meld in with the surrounding wilderness. Yet the wild digitalis mixed with the buttercups and daisy’s look quite sweet amongst the builders rubble and left over steel.

 The upstairs bedroom has been allotted for Gwen when she comes up, but it is presently our storage area. So before we can erect the bed, everything needs to be moved. So we spend the rest of the evening depositing box’s, bikes, fishing gear and all manner of other cherished belongings around the house.

Day two sees us awake to more sunshine and a stream of boats and ships heading back and forth along the Firth of Clyde. A nice breeze is blowing to keep the temperature bearable, although l soon get baking as l run up and down the ladder fixing up the satellite dish on the house. The fixing wasn’t the problem; it was drilling through the outer and inner skins. As per usual, the drill sizes where either too short or too long. What a problem to have.

By lunchtime everything is up and running, and we start emptying box’s. Or should l say Judith does, whilst l am putting the bed up in the front room.

This continues until early evening when we clean up and walk down to the local for dinner. An early dinner at 6.15pm of fresh fish and slow cooked duck salad, washed down with some real ale and a couple of glasses of wine for Judith. As we head back up the hill, now replete, contented and relaxed, we watch a large cruise liner head out to the main channel. Looks so inviting.

The relaxation soon turns to frustration as l watch England squander their chances in the world cup, not unexpectedly l might add. No surprise really, the manager takes too much notice of the media and plays the fat over paid Rooney in his so called better position.

Perhaps in five years time we may have a team worth putting in front of the world.

Before we go to bed, testing out the new king upstairs, we start positioning more paintings on the walls.

6am in the morning an a lone yachtsman heads out to sea