Yesterday we were in a bustling city - today we sit in isolation in a beautiful old house on a 45000 acre estate in the Scottish Highlands.
The day began with an early start to catch the coach to Luton Airport. We didn't realise we could only take one carry on luggage each and we had six. Karinne was able to evenly distribute one leaving five which left my camera bag. I had to return to check-in to place on the plane then go to another section some distance away as it was classified as fragile luggage. By the time this was done we were running late for the plane as final boarding call was announced and to make things worse just as our bags were going through the X-ray machine there was a power failure. A minute or two later power was restored but we had to wait about another five for the computer to reboot. Karinne was chosen for the third time for a frisk (obviously must be considered high risk as she was chosen in Sydney, Heathrow and now Luton) where she was physically felt all over by a female customs officer. We then had to run to make the gate before it closed. I had visions of our bags in Scotland whilst we were still in London in just what we were carrying. Well we did make it.
We picked up our rental car and after an hour of beautiful scenery with snow capped mountains, two degree temperature and snow on the side of the road we arrived at Kinlock Laggon. I sit in front of an open fire whilst I type this with a wine in one hand, the other on the keyboard where just recently a light falling of snow was happening against the backdrop of a thousand pine trees.
This is paradise to me.
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