Breakfast...

.... a hard rain came though last night and the sound of the drops humming on the slate roof saw me to sleep... this morning, with coffee in hand, I wandered through to the conservatory to survey the damage... Duncan was out back in his Wellingtons potting a new rhododendron....

... behind him, many of the spring flowers were a bit worse for wear... their slender stems having been unable to support their blooms as the wind and the water worked them over during the night.. I stood there and watched him for a while.... he's quite a gardener... the garden is fairly small - maybe thirty feet by forty... but the entire border is bursting with healthy, vibrant plants... geraniums, bluebells, tulips, etc... even some ferns and a magnolia....

... the sunlight in the conservatory was actually very warm this morning and I had my breakfast there.... two pieces of wheat toast with butter and pheasant pate... and a huge mug of hot, black coffee... not a bad way to start a morning, really... enjoying a warm morning while watching someone else tend to their plants....

.. the Wife arrived just as I finished the last of my toast, and I followed her outside... there was a nook between the glass-clad conservatory and the privet hedge where the wind couldn't reach... and in such protected places, the warmth of the Sun can be downright boiling...

.... tonight we're scheduled to have dinner at a small hotel out in the countryside of Angus.... The Sauchieburn, it is called... and I haven't been there in ten years or so... once upon a time, they cooked-up an incredible sirloin... I plan to find out tonight if they've lost their touch or not...

.. time is starting to run short now for this vacation.. lunchtimes and evenings are getting booked at a furious pace... and it won't be long before I'm back in Tennessee having nothing more exotic for breakfast than a bowl of Cheerios....

... anyway, the weather is still nice just now... so I'm off to enjoy it... the forecaster is predicting rain again for tonight... and around here you don't waste a chance to enjoy some pretty weather..

.... but I will leave you with a photo I took a few days ago... the Firth of Clyde in a slow drizzle.. enjoy!...

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by Eric on May 17, 2006 | Bullshit (10) | TrackBack (1) | Scotland 2006
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Great picture. :) Sounds like you and the missus are having a terrific time.

But Pheasant Pate for breakfast?? I'd be looking for cheerios, I think... ;)

Bullshitted by Richmond on May 17, 2006 05:18 AM

Argh! I hate you! *I* want to be in Scotland...care to adopt me? no, wait, I'm older than you are, I think...

...but I am so glad you are having a wonderful time.

Bullshitted by Rave on May 17, 2006 07:19 AM

Wonderful. Everything about it, wonderful!

Bullshitted by Oddybobo on May 17, 2006 09:11 AM

Pheasant paté...and, I hope, some fine smoked salmon. And maybe a wee dram...

Bullshitted by Elisson on May 17, 2006 10:39 AM

Pheasant pate? Good lord, man. Rather be treed by wild dogs, sez me.

Bullshitted by bitterman on May 17, 2006 10:45 AM

Oooooh. I love that picture.

Bullshitted by agent bedhead on May 17, 2006 02:32 PM

Eric... go "Firth" yourself. Ex-Marines NEVER should write about eating pate' for breakfast.

This is the SECOND time you've given Chesty Puller a reason to have you dragged off and shot.

Bullshitted by Acidman on May 17, 2006 05:04 PM

Have I mentioned lately what a Damn fine writer you are, Eric?

Bullshitted by WitNit on May 17, 2006 07:05 PM

Only you could make a cold damp day sound so warm and cozy. Love the pix. I always to sally forth on the firth...

Bullshitted by Libby on May 17, 2006 10:22 PM

Forecaster? What the hell is that? The wheel on the TV stand that's in the front of it? If it squeeks it rains, if it don't it shines?
Damn man, Weather "person"... I'm searchin' Vman's site for reference for that 5$ word. Forecaster... I checked Bass Pro Shops site too , and nuthin'.
I finally figure out it's the person that cuts male youngin's in a tender spot when they're little... if they're lucky. Havin' it done later is painful, or so they tell me.

You been over there too long man. Next thing you know you'll drop a "boot" on us and I won't know if you're talkin' 'bout somethin' to do with a care, or somethin' to do with a foot...

Have a good time man, I know you will.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on May 17, 2006 10:39 PM