After that incredible meal, we visited the home where my grandmother was born, much modernized since the turn of the century. Don and I took advantage of the washing machine there to wash, basically, everything we weren’t wearing. Jessie and I walked along the beach. If you set sail straight across the North Sea from the beach, you’d probably hit Denmark. To the right we could see Tarbut Ness lighthouse in the distance, a spot we visited last week. Jessie informed us that just a few days earlier, a woman had fallen over the cliffs at Tarbut Ness. I’m not surprised—the winds were very strong when we were there. I was in no such danger because a) I’m far too cowardly to go near the edge of a cliff, and b) any hint of cold and I’m back in the car in a shot.
Early yesterday morning, we went to Gospie, a town 5 miles beyond Embo, to try out the golf course. It was a links course built along the North Sea. It was beautifully groomed and very challenging. From every hole you could look up at Ben Braigghie, a huge hill behind Golspie with a monument depicting the Duke of Sutherland at the top. Don and I plan to hike up to the top and take a picture of the monument, but after that meal yesterday, we have to rest a couple days! You can see the Duke, also called “The Mannie,” in this picture:
Oh, I almost forgot. Don shot an 81 and I shot a – Oh no, the computer is warning me that my half hour on the Internet is up. It’s shutting do
Are those profiteroles in the bottom right?
ReplyDeleteYes, ma'am! I had the crème brulée. Sinful!
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