It’s been a good couple of weeks. Jill (Glastonbury) is sort of on the case coming up with stuff we can maybe do down there for the winter which would be good. She has also asked if we’d be up for housesitting for them in September and we have said we would be. That gives us a deadline for getting rid of all the Croft 3 animals (Bonnie & Kira aside) and a taste of the mainland before coming back in October for 6 weeks or so to properly pack up for the winter. I do like autumn here so would be a bit sorry to miss the final September but of course no bramble picking / jam making and then back for the deer rut anyway might work out just fine.
There appears to be a weird sort of conspiracy of silence thing going on with our leaving not really being talked about apart from by Neil & Lesley. Very strange.
I’ve been listened to some fantastic podcasts, particularly a series on feminism and getting both frustrated at the world and excited at the prospect of being back in a position to start doing my little bit towards making it a better place again back in the world outside the Rum bubble.
Davies and I finished watching Hannibal, really enjoyed both the actual show and the watching something with Davies.
Scarlett and I have been doing lots of baking /cake decorating.
We’ve all been doing lots of talking about next steps and putting together wish lists. It’s sort of starting to be exciting now.
The weekly Sheerwater boat trip we have so loved each week through the summer isn’t happening this year. This is both very sad as we’ll miss it and somehow serves to demonstrate to us that our time here is indeed done as so many of the things we have held dear no longer exist.
A monthly bring and share meal which had added bonus appearances by the Friends of Kinloch Castle Association this Saturday. It was a good Rum night with the usual late nights, stumbling walk home, utter over indulgence and a whisky club, late night singing and proclaiming love for all and sundry. It was a good night, it was also slightly tainted by the knowledge we are now counting down to only a handful of these monthly events and a feeling that as good as they have been it might well be time to move on as there is a smaller and smaller number of people each time and a slightly more obvious feeling of desperation about them and the need to convince ourselves we are having a great time….
I am utterly loving my ukulele. And probably not actually the ukulele but the singing that accompanies it. I am convinced my singing has massively improved as a result of doing it daily and at proper performance level where I can actually hear myself sing instead of along to a track on spotify where I can tail off if I can’t quite hit the note or don’t know the words. This is a good thing and I’m enjoying it. Will definitely find some way of doing something musical once we hit the mainland again.
The wish list making is great for making all four of us ponder further on what happens next. We are about to embark on a mental six weeks of guests here, trips off and the start of the season in turns of tourists and growing stuff. May will likely seem like a breeze in comparison!