Shieldaig

Every year our Christmas present to each other is a weekend away alternating between Monachyle Mhor and this years venue Shieldaig Lodge. ( God bless itison and 5pm)
A chatty morning at my brothers then via a dismal lunch at the Cairngorm Inn( a fishless Scullen Kink) we headed up to the Gairloch. Magical place even with the storm threatening. We chilled in our attic room 11, read the papers, ate choclit and then a big stuff Badachro gin in the bar before heading out in the rain to The Badachro Inn. Great atmosphere full of darts playing locals, random titbit eating spaniels and two fabulous venison burgers.
Foo we headed back but to an empty bar so snuck upstairs to jump into bed with River and Jackson.
Series Two Slow Horses.
Two episode down :)