The Stuff of Guts and Breezes
Tomorrow we will be on our way to the UK for our ancestral alterations and the holidays. This is our (now) traditional trip to this little village. We are looking forward to the solitude and the lack of cell phones, Internet and doorbells. Staying in the same fisherman's cottage for the 3rd year in a row the guide book describes our destination as "suicidally desolate" in winter. Just what we are hoping for.
Steward Red Tartan