A bit of snow—and a sad story

I decided to stay in yesterday because it was very cold with the odd flurry. Don, as ever, went golfing and was only detained on two holes where he had to take shelter from the hail. While he was away, I went around the corner to the butcher and bought a small roast of beef (silverside, a really nice cut) and my favourite teacake, Golden Syrup cake. After figuring out the cooker (oven) here, I managed to cook a delicious medium-rare roast. I had a nice text from home: Kathleen informed me that she’d passed her G driving test, so congrats to you, sweetie!
Don’s golf course is in Tain which is 15 minutes from Dornoch. Because a long stretch of water (Dornoch Firth) lies between these two communities, residents were forced to take a long drive to the end of the firth in order to get from one to the other. Then, in 1990, a bridge was built between Tain and Dornoch, and this shaved more than 30 minutes off the trip. Two hundred years ago, residents used to take a ferry from one side to the other—the Meikle Ferry. In 1809, a severely overcrowded ferry left from the Dornoch side taking residents to the market in Tain. Although conditions were calm, the boat took on water and 99 people drowned that day. Only 12 were saved. Below is a picture of Dornoch Firth taken from the Tain side at low tide.