Shopping

Hubby wanted a haircut and the local Sweeny Todd was on holiday so we went to Oban for the afternoon. True to good West coast Scottish form it peed rain but we persevered in the face of adversity! Arrived in Oban and while hubby went off to the Deamon Barber, I wandered aboot the shops, something I normally hate doing. However first stop was Waterstones bookshop where I examined all the books I would like to read and when I get back home might just get onto my Kindle (what a cheapskete) though I do have a policy of buying a book once a month from the local bookshop in Lochgilphead as I like the staff. Next stop was WH Smiths to read my way through all the photography magazines, (alomst got thrown out for doing that, wont be the first time) Then met a scalped hubby and off we went to Lidl's gosh their fruit and veg is way ahead of any other shop. Bought a heap of food as I am off to Tiree all of next week through work so chubby hubby & #2 daughter will be left to their own cooking devices!!!
From there we went to Argos to buy a universal gizmo for our TV as Pene pup scoffed the original one. (hubby at this moment in time has a glass of house red in one paw and is busy tuning in the universal gizmo in the other.) Back home and cooked a delish Spag Bol with some more house red.
The above picture is of the old croft house I was brought up in till I as 6. I remember it well and the two barns. the big barn was the new one and was home to cows Breacan beag & Breacan Mor and was where my grandfather would thresh is corn. The smaller barn was home to Lettie, Dolly and Biorachan Beag and where we bucket fed the wee calves and where in winter I would let them sook my hands in order to keep them warm
The old house actually had electricity coutesy of the Army and the Rocket Range arriving but we had no running water and had to draw water from the well. We had no toilet of any shape or form (use you imagination) .
My grantparents would spend the winter on the shore gathering winkles to send down to Billingsgate where eventually they earned enough to put a deposit down (£300) and were able to built the bunglow which cost them about (£800) plus feeding all the builders for the 3 years it took to build. Once in it we all felt like Royalts as my gran ould say.
Some day I will tell you more of my life on the croft.
Happy blipping all