Dunbar

I found the whole being back in Dunbar thing quite stressful. Not in an Aaaaargh there's too much to do sort of way, but in a 'everything feels very difficult' sort of way.

• It took most of the week to pack the van. It took about an hour to unload it. That's not fair.
• Tadg had five kittens. Or perhaps his cat did.
• It's exactly 200 miles from Dunbar to the Country Store thingy place near Evanton on the A9. A good place to stop though it closes around 5:30.
• I'm glad to be back. The weather aint so good today, but yesterday was glorious, and me and Ailsa went on a couple of adventures including the beach and hills and sheep and bogs. We encountered a woman who is thinking of buying one of the local pubs and making a successful restaurant out of it. It put me in the position of being mildly encouraging but seeing all the drawbacks and naivety and not mentioning them.
• We are still agonising over the design of the house. We just have to go for it - even though it falls well short of an ideal solution.