Certain things have to be done every time I visit Britain. Let’s see how far I’ve got with them:
|Eat ploughman’s lunch in pub||X|
|Eat fish and chips||X|
|Eat salt and vinegar crisps||√|
|Eat scones with jam and cream||X The ones we had were creamless|
|If summer, feel rain||√|
|Buy underwear in M&S||X|
On with day 9 and, you know what? I’ve had enough of the second person. This is ME we’re talking about, even if I am on holiday from social anxiety – so far.
Today’s walk, ten kilometres starting at Poolewe, is pleasant. The weather’s nice, the ground is mostly not boggy and the views are lovely, despite not having been captured by either of us. It ends at 3 in the afternoon.
“Another walk?” he says.
I laugh, until I realise he means it.
“It gets dark late here. It’s a long drive. There are a few nice walks in this area.”
“What – another ten kilometres?”
Perhaps it’s the look on my face. We stay relaxing on the grass by the River Ewe.
A tasty tea in Poolewe is followed by a drive back to Ullapool and a walk around the town, which would be nicer if the fourth toe on my right foot wasn’t hurting so much. Note to self: in future, bring shoes to change into.
The dinner in the Indian restaurant is good.