the cottage

Spring eventually arrived in the garden, better late than never.














The house from the Harbour side of Swiney Hill.














The Mothership, the mountains and the onshore oil rig in the foreground.












Touching down a few hoops with the homies in the yard, as they might (never) say across the pond.













Tulip from the garden.

















Someone left the gate open, run for it.













Dry ice.















The young lady gets to work on the land.


















The young man gets busy with his barrow.


















The view from the bedroom, with sky whale.

















We have been settling in at our new home, unpacking boxes and exploring the environment. The weather has gone from spring, to winter, then to summer, all in a week. The sea fogs obliterate the vistas but on a clear day you can see right across the Moray Firth to the Grampian mountains over 50 miles away. We love the place.