Settling into Kilrenny

Burnside Cottage is lovely, and the bed quite comfortable in a soft way, despite that I had a poor night's sleep. Lots of anxious dreams. A call first thing that one of Lorraine's aunts had died. So a bit of messaging, and Lorraine having to tell Maureen.

We lifted the blinds shortly after dawn, which is later here, and opposite everything looked golden with lovely low light.  However improved once up and breakfasted. I spent the morning working on the Kenniad, Lorraine lurked with Sam. 

I went for a bit of a walk with my camera but by then the sky was grey and all colour had leached away from the wee village of Kilrenny we were staying in. I went round to Sam's as he was leaving to gallop off to work and Lorraine and I walked to Anstruther. We passed Sam, visible for miles in his day glow uniform, talking to little children as they crossed. The job has quite a bit of responsibility on that busy road, Sam naturally takes his responsibilities entirely seriously. Lorraine trying to take snaps of him at work, to his embarrassment.

We went to the coop, couldn't help noticing the wee pies in there, but we bought sensible provisons for our stay and some wine for tonight. After walking down into Anstruther to look at the sea there, which smelled of seaweed, and remind ourselves of the shops there, we popped into the The Bank pub, where Sam was taking a break after doing his road crossing job, sitting at the bar with a glass of water, a half of beer, and a coffee. We had a long chat with him, sitting at a table with a Christmas tree at one end of it. I tried some lovely red ale called RED-emption -- and felt quite cheery.

Lorraine and I walked home in the rain, and had cups of tea, and then went around to Sam and Jade's place, where Sam had cooked after work, a surprisingly wonderful pasta dish fresh and delicious. Everyone tired though, Jade had been working long hours, and so Lorraine and I melted away fairly soon.

While I was eating a piece of cheese part of one of my molars broke off, which was somewhat disconcerting. 

A glimpse through the window this morning, everything fleetingly golden and lovely, and the shore at Anstruther at 3:38 in the afternoon, Scotland already thinking about getting dark. Also from earlier, the local church yard, and a glimpse of the Isle of May and a couple of crows. All very grey however.