Meeow

We Merry Widows had the ideal male companion at our lunch in the Plough Inn at Leitholm on our way down to Embleton today.
He was obviously eyeing up the milk on the table but we didn’t fall for his masculine wiles as we were too busy chomping our way through our pies and mash followed by meringues and fresh fruits.

We’ve now arrived at our destination, unpacked and had the obligatory gin and tonic on the patio after a walk to the beach.

We felt it cold enough to put the log fire on in the sitting room giving two of us the ability to show off our skills at making paper briquettes start the fire with the kindling provided. I love having a fire to look at.
As I type my companions are losing a battle to play a DVD on the television.
A cup of tea and cake is coming as a consolation.