A wee cottage

Remember last month, when I was blue (or grey)? And I said we were going on an impromptu trip? I never did show you the pictures or tell you about our little adventure in the Scottish countryside.

It was nice. We stayed in a little cottage, a pretty little cottage with white walls, fancy art, lots of books, a gimongous atlas, feathery soft pillows, tweety birds by the window and the loveliest bath in all of the world.

We were quiet, doing very little but lying around (mostly in the bath) or sitting with the great-big-worth-more-than-our-car atlas planning the route we'd take around the world in a sailing boat one day.

We ate yummy food, simple food like pasta and sauce with big bars of chocolate for pudding and we sat at the table and we didn't have the radio on and the tv was silent and there were no puters and emails went unread and it was heaven. And then, the night before we left, when it finally stopped raining, we went for a walk to the beach, through fields of many rabbits (and the occassional rahter large cow) and we watched the sun dip below an ocean that we dreamed of bobbing away on one not too distant day.

. images by me
. come and see more of our photographs of the cottage here.