The ferries to and from Shetland have been cancelled for another night…it’s force nine gusting A LOT higher. A friend’s son was on one of the flights that did make it in to Sumburgh – two attempts, people vomiting and screaming. What a relief not to have any more trips away before the new year.
Susan and the kids went into Lerwick today, leaving me to vacuum (Dyson: the most overrated domestic appliance EVER) light fires, clean, mop and cook. And sneak a few wee sleeps on the sofa, once the Rayburn was all stoked.
It’s seen some action, that stove. Before we moved in, 10 years before, in fact, the sea invaded the manse and the Rayburn was three feet deep in salt water. It’s back boiler doesn’t work, its enamel is cracked and its handles are missing. But it works a treat. Anyway, with the peat-fuelled oven reaching some seriously impressive temperatures, I decided to make some bread. Two loaves. Plus coq-au-vin for the returning shoppers. And now another wee nap, I think…
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