I was woken by voices outside. Pulling aside the curtains I looked out of the van side window, two men carefully packing fishing gear into a smart white van presumably heading home for a fishy breakfast.. the other window revealed a glorious sunrise, inspite of a cosy duvet, unable to resist I wander out and find I have the beach to myself, only birds swooping along the tideline... post fishers and pre dog walkers a whole private sun rise to myself. Suitably attired in a rather well worn scottiedog onesie I head down the beach. The solway firth streches away into the sun, a vast open space, dazzling right across to the cumbriam coast. Little hopping birds are picking at fresh seaweed and larger gulls skim the waters surface. Its quiet, only bird song and gentle waves, not a breath of wind. Serene and calm what a beautiful way to start a day.
The second half of the week continued in much the same vein. We had one rainy afternoon which was actually quite nice to be holed up in the house with the rain lashing the windows. It probably wasn't quite so nice for the two visitors that came on their bikes but they're tough cookies - and its only water- but I did feel sorry for them having to cycle six miles back down the track in the wind and rain, but given Scotland, it wasn't as bad as it could be. The big quest for the 2nd half of the week was to find some deer antiers! The chap that owned the house dropped in to visit - he was a very friendly fella and was chatting about how this was the time of year when all the Stags lost their antlers (he collected them and sold them) so after that we were on the serious lookout. It's always been Fred's mission to find some dropped antlers.... The Monro baggers continued with the mission to bag the remaining three Monros... there is discussion as whet...
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