Good morning all from a chilly and cloudy Cellardyke, where it is only 4°C.
We have had the loveliest and gentlest of holidays, but I am read to go home.
I have developed a hacking post Covid cough, which has left me exhausted. Poor DH had little sleep last night, due to my continuous coughing.
Yesterday morning was spent, visiting the picturesque fishing villages of Elie and St Monans, whisky tasting (we had to drag DH and SIL from the shop, before they bankrupted us, and got tipsy,) followed by a traditional fish tea in the award winning Anstruther fish bar (chippie). The generous whisky shop owner showed us a bottle of 1912 whisky, which had no price, since it was the only one left in the world!
I have some lovely, picturesque, photos, but for some reason I cannot post them, either from my phone or tablet. The reception here is very poor.
We planned to go home via St Andrew's, so that DH can browse the golf shops. However, he thinks I should go home, but I don't want to spoil things for him. We shall see how I feel in a couple of hours. We have to be out the cottage by 10 am, so I have a few hours to feel better.
I thought I had a fever, I am in fact sunburned, despite slapping on factor 50 suncream. We have been so blessed with the weather.
I am so envious of Pittcity and MOMB, Lisbon and Porto were on my bucket list. ☹ Have a lovely time.
Pants, a sad but bittersweet day for you. I'm sure lots of reminiscing will be done. ?
I was wondering how *Bellanonna's twin grandchildren were doing, I hope all is well.
For those of you with mountains to climb and worn down by worry and ill health, I wish you a gentle and peaceful day.
Have the best day you can everyone.