A week passes all too quickly, especially when enjoying the time we spend. I've come home to a ridiculous amount of washing, some courtesy of the Farmer. I really must teach him how to use the washer. The holiday has been very worthwhile. Having stayed in the cottage before we knew what to expect; knew about the home from home feel; the beautiful surroundings; good friends living next door. We did all the usual places for us, Pitlochry, Dunkeld, Oban, walks in the woods, shopping for souvenirs, out for evening meals. Amy and I will go back next year and I'm sure it won't have changed and will be just as tranquil. If anyone is interested to know more about our accommodation please email me, I'll be glad to recommend it.
The Falls of Dochart, Killin
Amy seems to have adapted well to coming home. We sometimes have a few days of difficulties where she needs time to settle in and return to the familiar routine which is home life. Perhaps she's just growing up. Too fast. I sometimes look at her and wonder where my baby went. I remember those silly songs I used to sing to her to help her sleep, ones about Winnie the Pooh and mummy loving her too. She goes on a residential on Tuesday. Just for one night. But that's enough for now. I don't know whether she'll miss me more than I will her but the very few times she has been away from home for the night it's felt like my right arm has been cut off. But it makes it all the more special when she returns to me. We had the paddling pool out today. Northumberland delivered glorious sunshine, enough to give our skin a healthy glow. I didn't realise how strong it was until Amy took off her swimsuit and revealed another one underneath.