Dornie

This day is special.

It's Lynda's day. I can't believe it's seven years.




We set about cleaning and sorting the house for the next rental crowd coming in. After I was a tad tired and sore from the climb yesterday, the cleaning was challenging. Lunch was some more specially created Covent garden recipes and a wedge or two of some very ripe cheese. Even this mouse struggled to chomp some down.

We left to meet at Lynda's viewpoint to lay some flowers, smile and remember her.

Big Al decided we needed a walk before we set off home. I was a light walk, with "no hills"!!!!! Until the flatness became rather steep. I clambered and struggled until I let them disapear to the top of the "flat hill". and I crawled slowly back down the "non hill". My SI joint had finally slipped and I was rather sore.

They made it back to the cars before me, we said our goodbyes, agreeing to meet up half way home for a coffee. I sat down in th passenger seat of my car to remove my walking boots and change to driving shoes.

What happened next was unbelievable.

I still can't believe I stood, closed the door and walked round to the driver's side to find it locked. ALL DOORS LOCKED.

Standing there on my own, at the end of a single track road, in the dimming daylight, with a screaming sore back, very tired and very irratic phone signal.

Luckily Big AL and Stewpot, came back to try and help, but they had to abandon me eventually and left me to wait for the AA to rescue me.

An hour or so later, and after 2 mins of arrival, the chap had my keys and I was off.

It was a long and tiring trip home, with a few blizzards to contend with, but eventually I hit my pillow around midnight.

:-(