It was lovely to return to beautiful Huntingtower Lodge on the shores of Loch Linhe. We had great plans to head out to dinner but the dementor’s had destroyed our appetites and after a lovely pot of tea and gingerbread we fell into our beds. I have no idea how I would manage to live in the UK at this time of year. I would get nothing done, as by 6pm it feels like midnight cause it is so damn dark. By 7pm you fall into a cold and dark induced slumber. The fact that it doesn’t get light until 8.30am makes one feel slightly like a bear with plans to simply hibernate with a good book for the entire winter. The only problem is though that the good intentions of reading are destroyed the minute I pull the snuggly doona up and pass out in about 2 minutes flat.
Sleeping under the stars 