Heatheryford for Lunch

I am delighted to report that despite finding a few inconsistencies in the narrative, the book 'Before I Go to sleep' was given the thumbs up by the book group last night.

I'm pleased since I had chosen it, and the review on Amazon that I had read just before the meeting was damning to say the least.
Next Month's choice is One Thousand Chestnut Trees by Jane Harris, with a setting during the Korean War.

The evening's chocolate cake was one of the best ever and the only thing to sour the gathering was hearing of the ongoing tragedy of one of the group's young 30 year old son, a newly married Vet who barely survived a horrendous car crash before New Year and whose massive head injuries make regaining consciousness and recovery impossible.

After 2 months of seeing a gradual decline, his new wife and our friend, his mother, have taken the irrevocable decision to stop remedial treatment and only have palliative care.
How terrible to have to make that choice, but how brave, to avoid his further suffering when there can only be one outcome.

Today we have had a lovely lunch at Heatheryford near Kinross with our friend whose wife died last year in Cuba, and although we miss Jean with her enthusiasm for life and her sporting achievements, we were delighted to find him upbeat and cheerful, thanks to being kept busy with his large family and all his grandchildren.

It was an overcast day, but the view from the dining room window looked over one of the fishing lochs, to the Cleish hills in the distance, grey and indistinct behind the low murky cloud cover.

Leaving the men to their male chat, I escaped for ten minutes to find this blip of the reeds at the lochside.