Yesterday, whilst driving down the east coast between Aberdeen and Edinburgh, Catherine's mobile rang.
The conversation on Catherine's end went something like this:
Cath: "Awww. Awwwwww. Awwwwwww."
"Wow! Aww. Twins. Oh my pet."
Silence while she listened to conversation from the other end
Cath: Oh. Oh dear. Right. In the kitchen.
My ears tune in at this point. For a moment earlier in the conversation, I reckoned she must have been talking about a newly born lamb. The first newly born lamb.
But now she's mentioning 'The Kitchen'. My Kitchen, I presume.
Yep, you guessed it. I'm away just over 24 hours, and already there are animals in my kitchen.
I can't make up my mind whether I ought to get home. Quickly. Or whether I ought to stay away even longer.
Animals. Kitchens. My kitchen. These terms are not supposed to be used in the same conversation...
Anyway, here are some of the scenes passing by my eyes while I had to endure the thought of the aforementioned animals, kitchens etc
Llamas. Furry Llamas. Very odd looking creatures, but lest I offend any llama-loving friends, I'm sure they are delightful creatures. Delightful, but quirky.
Fields ploughed and ready to be planted. What a wonderful feeling it must be for farmers to see their seed sprouting in a few weeks' time.
Further south, and along the east coast the soil was so red. The difference in such a short distance was amazing.
Rows and rows of polytunnels. They my be used for strawberries, but I'm not sure about that.
Crossing the Forth Road Bridge, with the
Forth Rail Bridge beside us.