Evening on the River Tay

It is a tribute to our lunch with his Lordship's brother and wife in Perth today that I'm finding it hard to think or write a blog for today.

A while back I confessed to them my ignorance about raclette, and since they have a bolt hole in Switzerland and know all about these things, we were invited to partake of a lunch of raclette so that I poor ignorant mortal could boost my cholesterol to unimaginable levels and enjoy doing so.

Raclette is a Swiss cheese which in the authentic way is melted over an open fire and then scooped onto one's plate to be eaten with potatoes and other things like gherkins and pickled onions.
Without an open fire, it's usually done with a special electric raclette maker set in the middle of the table and individual little shovels which hold the slices of cheese under the grill.
The meal today was accompanied by wine and schnapps and followed by fruit salad, in the hope,I presume, of mitigating the result of all that delicious fat.

I suspect it's the wine that has knocked me for six and made typing a nightmare, but it was a lovely meal and of course the flow of conversation was proportional to the intake of wine.... up to a certain level of course.

Before we left for home I blipped this evening view of the Tay from the foot of their garden.