Day 2 - Log Cabin adventure

Wild night last night, the rain and the wind were so hard that I seriously thought the roof was coming off the log cabin.

Holly had a brief sleep walk, but this isnt an entirely unusual occurance as we once found her pee-ing in the bath tub and another occasion of just standing next to my side of the bed like the scarey child from The Ring.

I still have man cold this morning and a right eye like a pirate, but luckily there appears not to be any storm damage apart from losing the heavy top of the hot tub during the night.
Thankfully this appears to have been the source of the large bang and no trees that I can see have crashed through my new car as I wouldnt really fancy telling the insurance company that I had written off two cars in two months.

We have a morning cup of tea while sitting outside in the spa, wind and rain howling but your all cosy and warm. We cant get Iris in the hot top as she is a cauld tattie, its a bit like getting Sinita from Im a hasbeen Celebrity Jungle to complete a bush tucker trial. Graham on the other hand is in his element and while taking a long draw of his Old Holborn, explains that he has been up since the crack of dawn enjoying the fresh air. Nice one mate.

There is a full family of pheasants outside and I manage to capture a few shots of them, however as I am in my swimming trunks, I resist the temptation to jump our fence and try capturing breakfast Bear Grylls style. We settle for the already dead animals in the fridge. I apologise in advance to any meat eaters out there that think that eating animals is cruel, but let me tell you this, when you see how fluffy and plump a phesant is up close, if you dont instantly think of the smell of cooking chicken you arent normal.

We do a couple of geocaches for the kids and drop off the pirate trackable that we found previously in favour of the green camper trackable, however bizarrely one of the geocaches leads us to the lone gravestone of James Mckinlay. This is unusual as this is the surname of the Graham and Iris that we are here with, so its a bit of a spooky co-incidence.

Afterwards, we decide that we should brave the wind and rain and head into Callender for some shopping, the Mckinlay Clan are heading West to Oban to continue their own travels.

On the way into town, we see a lady in a fur coat, and the largest red high heels you have ever seen, stumble, full foot out the shoe, followed by almost a fall, then a miraculous foot back in the shoe recovery you have ever seen. If she had of been a footballer, she would of hit the deck and claimed a penantly, but how she managed to stay on her feet is beyond me. Perhaps she was returning from a night out on the town and the alchohal was giving her above average bouyancy.

Had a nice Venison burger in a little cafe in town which was jolly nice and for anyone still angry at my previous vegetarian comments, Im sorry but its not like I was eating Bambi or anything and Rudolph is still warm and safe somewhere in Lapland.

Talking of Christmas, we popped in the Christmas shop, had to laugh at the two old dears, Gladys and Dorothy, wearing tweed, tartan and beige discussing which one of the fourteeen christmas hits on the bagpipes CD that they were going to play while having this years dinner.

On the way back to the cabin, we popped into the Lade Inn and had a nice spot of real Ale, there was a choice of LadeBack, LadeOut and WayLade, but I went with the Ladeback, not bad but I couldnt have drunk a lot of it.

Hot tub and Xfactor night.