成人快手

On Weds we're off to Glen App Estate to ogle Easy Care sheep ~ a breed that Erlend has been wondering about for years. On the way down we'll spend the night at Pluscarden Abbey and we've managed to book a sweet little hotel in Girvan. On the way back up we hope to stay at a hotel in Dingwall. It's going to be a nice little trip! I'm also interested in the sheep so that's good. I won't be bored.

I love traveling with Erlend. He's so mellow. He reads the map and drives along without an ounce of road rage or impatience. We enjoy the scenery and the wildlife and if there's time we stop and look at this or that ~ last time it was a horse with a curly coat. We zipped past in the car and Erlend said, "Did that horse have curls?!" Intriqued, we turned around and headed back had a long, satisfying stare at the equally curious horse.

If we get lost or we're late it's no big deal. Erlend pulls over and scrutinizes the map while tactfully (diplomatically?) making polite noises to all of my useless suggestions... Then we're off again without an irritated word having been spoken.

Erlend is a man without a whole lot of entertainment needs and so we are rarely stressed when staying in remote locations or small towns that close down at 5pm. Once we settle at our B&B or hotel he tucks into a book or I say, "Let's go for a walk" and off we go for a walk around whatever place we happen to be. Both of us enjoy just strolling along with each other as company along country lanes or down sidewalks in toons. We peer into shop windows. I admire the objects but I always say, "Don't worry ~ I like to look but I'm don't want to buy everything I see!" (Erlend always looks vastly relieved.) Sometimes we talk, sometimes we just walk and walk and enjoy everything in communal silence. Erlend especially enjoys beaches or anything that has to do with trees! He looooves trees.

Dining is fun with Erlend as well. He's not a picky eater and so he rarely has a complaint. Complaints tend to ruin the moment and with Erlend I rarely have ruined moments. I enjoy the break from cooking and I enjoy seeing Erlend so relaxed and not worried about kye or fences or farm workers pounding on the door with yet another question... I always waffle about what to order and then I decide but when my plate arrives I announce that what Erlend has chosen is what I should have ordered. We then swap half-and-half while Erlend chuckles and shakes his head at his silly "buddoo."

By the time our trip has ended we are both homesick for the farm and the return journey is filled with anticipation. We drive and drive, then we wait in the parking lot at Thurso, then we rock across the Pentland Firth and greet Orkney with huge grins! As we drive through the familiar scenery in the evening light we comment on how happy we are to be back. That night as we settle into our familiar bed we smile at one another. "That was a fine trip but it's good to be home again!"

I fall asleep and then I wake up and I sigh. "Back to cooking! No more eating out!" but it's fine. I like to cook and I've missed plying my art of burning water...

Ahhhhh... I couldn't have found a lovlier man to marry!!