Snapshots...

 ... of another glorious week spent on the shores of Loch Fyne.

 A feast for the senses.

 New experiences.

 Holiday traditions.

New friends...

 Familiar sights.

 A bit of bravado.

 A lot of colour.

 

 Happy times.

Overheard by Loch Fyne

SmallerBean: I thought Aston Martins were the same size as a tiger.

Me: This is a pine marten.

Apologies for the dodgy picture but I cannot work out how to get good stills from my movies or crop on blogger...

Inspiration of a pencilly kind

The gold and silveriness of the last couple of days has inspired the SmallBeans to celebrate our success in an artistic way.

SmallBean did a sport medley, though in his enthusiasm he did reinvent the spelling of the games... I love the simplicity of these little stick sportsmen and cannot choose my fave.

Smaller focussed on the first gold, though why only one of our ladies has a medal is unknown.
She likes to concentrate on a bit more detail. Like sunshine. (It is always sunny when you are four...)

I want more pictures.
We need more golds...

Sometimes...

 When you have spent the last week living here,

 with views from your bedroom window like this,

 and the closest neighbours are these,

 sometimes

it is quite hard to come home.

Nabbing

I found a teeny dollies glass lurking at the back of the cupboard and had a sudden urge to fill it with flowers. I think the glass is quite old, it was nabbed* from a friend's grannie's house about twenty years ago and must have belonged to her or more likely, her daughter.

I was surprised at quite how many wee flowers were suitable.

There is a feeling that SmallerBean will take one look and nab it from me...

*the nabbing was done with full permission of the owner.

Wondering

Dare I wonder? Has spring arrived?

Cabin Fever

SmallerBean has been struck by a bug. Fluctuating high temperatures, good humour, earache and a sore throat. Interspersed with bad humour, clingyness and 'wobbly eyes'.

One minute she is up to high jinx with SmallBean, the next she is sobbing in a heap on the sofa. I, sorry, she has been suffering for three days.

It is trying my patience. Added to which, the weather can only be described as, well, wet.
Every opportunity to pop out for a breather is suddenly scuppered by more rain.

There is a serious case of cabin fever here.