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Saturday evening, following a drive where I slowy felt more and more relaxed and happy, we arrived at 7:30 and unpacked. The scenery on the way up was simply mind-blowing. Even in the damp weather the craggy snow-covered hills and the lochs gave me a sense of awe and peace.
The cottage is lovely - walls over a foot thick, large rooms, and presumably a lovely view. We can't tell at this point though because the sun went down a good two and a half hours earlier and there's total cloud cover (the rain's been buffeting the car since shortly before we arrived on the island). We rush the contents of the car in, choose rooms and unpack. All except me, that is. Everyone is talking in circles and offering to sleep on the sofa/share, but it becomes obvious to me that with 6 girls, me and three rooms to go round, the obvious choice for sofa-surfing is me. The sofa is _huge_ though, and I don't really mind as it's only until Debbie and Sarah leave on Monday.
Bex heads back off to Kyle to pick up Rose and Morvern from the train station and the rest of us continue unpacking. We slowly realise that they aren't going to be back for at least three hours, so Debbie sticks some vegetables on to boil, in the hope of making soup. She's not very sure how to make soup, but Morag chops a few things for her and they soon have a large pot simmering away.
I lend a hand with a couple of things and then feel entirely extraneous. I'm too tired to concentrate on a book, and feel somewhat lost for a bit until Morag suggest I set up the Wii, which gives me a purpose for a bit. I then remember that I brought the DS and Super Mario with for exactly this kind of situation and settle onto an armchair with it.
The PS2 also gets set up. Borrowed from Hazel for its DVD playing abilities it also comes with Singstar and Buzz, the former the proves very popular, and I get cajoled into the spoken-word bit of Blur's Parklife where my lack of ability to sing is less obvious.
Eventually, Bex, Rose and Morvern arrive, Bex expertly adds some chicken, herbs and garlic bread to the soup and we crowd around the kitchen table to eat.
By this point I've relaxed more - we sit about and chat, Morag plays guitar while Debbie sings along, Rose knits, and there's general nice conversation. And then bed.
This morning I wake up with stomach-ache, unsure of whether it's from some kind of incipient stress, the sofa or something I ate last night. I feel more alive though, after actually getting 8 hours sleep. I'm hoping that over the next day or two I can stop worrying about being at a loose end and just enjoy the quiet.
Oh, and there are sheep outside, quietly ignoring us as the cottage slowly wakes up again.
Morag makes tea for everyone and I settle in to write this up. It's strange, but thinking about it doesn't feel as real as getting it on 'paper'. I've always found that getting things down concretises them and gets them out of my head. Very handy.
The cottage is lovely - walls over a foot thick, large rooms, and presumably a lovely view. We can't tell at this point though because the sun went down a good two and a half hours earlier and there's total cloud cover (the rain's been buffeting the car since shortly before we arrived on the island). We rush the contents of the car in, choose rooms and unpack. All except me, that is. Everyone is talking in circles and offering to sleep on the sofa/share, but it becomes obvious to me that with 6 girls, me and three rooms to go round, the obvious choice for sofa-surfing is me. The sofa is _huge_ though, and I don't really mind as it's only until Debbie and Sarah leave on Monday.
Bex heads back off to Kyle to pick up Rose and Morvern from the train station and the rest of us continue unpacking. We slowly realise that they aren't going to be back for at least three hours, so Debbie sticks some vegetables on to boil, in the hope of making soup. She's not very sure how to make soup, but Morag chops a few things for her and they soon have a large pot simmering away.
I lend a hand with a couple of things and then feel entirely extraneous. I'm too tired to concentrate on a book, and feel somewhat lost for a bit until Morag suggest I set up the Wii, which gives me a purpose for a bit. I then remember that I brought the DS and Super Mario with for exactly this kind of situation and settle onto an armchair with it.
The PS2 also gets set up. Borrowed from Hazel for its DVD playing abilities it also comes with Singstar and Buzz, the former the proves very popular, and I get cajoled into the spoken-word bit of Blur's Parklife where my lack of ability to sing is less obvious.
Eventually, Bex, Rose and Morvern arrive, Bex expertly adds some chicken, herbs and garlic bread to the soup and we crowd around the kitchen table to eat.
By this point I've relaxed more - we sit about and chat, Morag plays guitar while Debbie sings along, Rose knits, and there's general nice conversation. And then bed.
This morning I wake up with stomach-ache, unsure of whether it's from some kind of incipient stress, the sofa or something I ate last night. I feel more alive though, after actually getting 8 hours sleep. I'm hoping that over the next day or two I can stop worrying about being at a loose end and just enjoy the quiet.
Oh, and there are sheep outside, quietly ignoring us as the cottage slowly wakes up again.
Morag makes tea for everyone and I settle in to write this up. It's strange, but thinking about it doesn't feel as real as getting it on 'paper'. I've always found that getting things down concretises them and gets them out of my head. Very handy.
