Weekend Treats

Yeah! It's a Saturday - the sun is blazing, and it looks set for the day - and there's a light wind to keep the midges down.

I've decided to treat myself to a Saturday Guardian this morning. I mean morning in the loosest sense of the word, given that morning papers don't arrive here until about 12:30. (Sunday papers on the other hand, arrive by 10am). It's 10 am now, I've been up since six, and the wait had better be worth it!

This all reminds of a conversation Stoney has been having with our man on Raasay about the nearness of emergency services. I came across this map which shows travelling time to our nearest hospital - and we are only in 30-45 minutes zone, which aint bad, though frankly you'd struggle to make that time without driving like a loony - especially in Summer when there's camper vans trundling along around every corner. Even then, that hospital doesn't look too well set up to deal with anything serious. I'm not complaining, and it was something we considered (briefly) before we moved here. But it is an aspect of rural life that people sometimes overlook.