Another sunny day, another lovely dog walk! We met friends for coffee and cake up at Culloden Battlefield, as I recently discovered that Bad Girl Bakery supplies their cakes! This was actually my second time there this week! The first visit certainly wasn’t dog walking weather though, unless you were wearing a fully waterproof hooded onesie and wellies, which I was not.
Matthew and I have been watching Outlander on Amazon Prime since we moved up. I’m quite ashamed to say I had no idea how significant the Battle of Culloden was…Matthew has told me facts about it throughout our time together, but it wasn’t until we started watching Outlander that I realised how big a deal it was…Oops. I really need to get the history books out!
Matt’s getting in all the practice he can before Baby Mac pops out in anything between 3-7 weeks! And Bindi looks like she’s been eating some chocolate butter icing, but I assure you it’s just good old fashioned dirt. Her face was covered in it!
After a scorcher of a day Matthew was quite disappointed when he headed home from work and saw the harr rolling in, having had plans to go somewhere for dinner and sit outside. I suggested heading to Stonehaven for fish n chips in the hopes that the harr wasn’t going all the way down the coast and it was still deliciously warm there…unfortunately I was only half right. The harr was all around Stonehaven, causing the temperature to drop, but the sun was still shining down on the lovely wee village. We got our chips, and sat in the car, reminiscing about our terrible second date…the one where we got stranded in Stonehaven for 8 hours because Matthew’s car broke down, which was hilarious at first, but then the temperature dropped and the banter lessened…we finally got rescued by the AA and went home worrying that there wouldn’t be a third date…but the following day we spoke and reassured the other that we were keen for a third adventure, and here we are!
But, enough about that, let’s get on to the issue that a seagull tried to steal my dinner! Before we got in the car I decided to get my blog photo, balanced my box on the fence beside the beach, and lined up my shot…then got a fright when seagulls started swooping over me and one came down to try peck open my box! I only managed to get one photo, and boy am I glad I captured this hilarious moment (and that my balancing skills were on point)! Passers by were greatly amused. I swiftly picked up my box and headed for cover in the car.
Being 18 weeks pregnant, and having spent the whole day photographing a wedding, I didn’t think we’d be staying till the very end of the wedding, so when I booked our 6:45am flights out to Portugal on the Sunday morning I assumed we’d have had plenty of sleep. I was wrong. We didn’t get to bed until 1am, and our alarm went off at 4:15am…and that turned out to be only just enough time to board our flight!
Edinburgh Airport was chaos. We thought it was off to a good start when the Airline lady had the guts to ask if I was pregnant, and if I had an “Okay to Fly” letter (okay, there was a minor panic at that moment but I informed her I was only 18 weeks, to which she was surprised as she doesn’t normally notice women with a baby bump until at least 24 weeks! Thanks). She put us in to the shorter queue, along with the families with young children, and we thought we were on to a winner, but we still had to join another queue to drop our bags. We didn’t have the luxury of being in the family line at Security, and my bag ended up having to be examined by security twice…Matthew was in slight panic mode by this point…we then discovered our gate was “15 minutes” away and they were doing final call for boarding, so there was no time for a bacon roll and a coffee, sadly…Now I dunno who timed that estimation first of all…a tortoise perhaps, because we got there in less than 5 minutes, and I certainly wasn’t running! But I guess there are those who would take 15 minutes for one reason or another. Anyway, we made it!
Matthew’s parents picked us up at Faro Airport, having arrived the night before us. We had lunch and then spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing by the pool. The image above was my view. Exactly what was needed after two hectic days!
Today was Iain’s last day on the island before heading back to work, and his first free afternoon of the week, having spent the last three and a bit days installing new internet to Eilean Fraoich Campsite (definitely worth checking out if you’re ever camping or touring the island with a Caravan or Campervan!). It was on one of Aalstje’s days off too so we were all able to go for lunch and a lovely stroll on round the Castle Grounds. Yay! We were not prepared for how warm it was and ended up carrying our jackets half way round. I spent the whole time swooning over how beautiful the castle grounds are, as usual, desperately wanting to arrange photo shoots in all the beautiful spots, and the others spent the whole time telling me to move here (Matthew would move up in a heartbeat)!
Jasper had a wonderful time, chasing his ball up hills, down hills, in to bushes, in to streams…and dropping his ball in to the river, resulting in Iain and Matthew clambering down on to rocks trying to catch it as it floats downstream. We’re very precious about our ChuckIt balls!
This is the sort of weird stuff that goes on when we come to stay in Shawbost…I was having a lovely lie down on the bed after our delicious Sunday lunch (thank you, Aunt Mary!) when I heard a wee rat-ta-tat on the window and got up to see a pair of extra lanky legs! Of course I had to go outside to get a proper look, and this was the first shot I took. He looks like he’s doing quite well, unfortunately! He’s actually having a nervous wobble, which he recovered from so sadly no face plant photos.
We’re in Lewis!! Yay! This guy couldn’t be any happier right now! I am incredibly thankful for a smooth and beautiful crossing, and incredible weather so far. Fingers crossed it continues, and we can get a nice wee Barbie on the beach (with some scarves and hoodies cause it’s probably still going to be windy!).
Matthew and I had another trip to Aberdeen Maternity Hospital this morning, for our second attempt at a dating scan, to find out how far along Baby Macleod is. Our first scan, last Friday, was incredibly emotional; seeing Mini Mercleod moving around for the first time, but the little nugget was very stubborn and settled in to quite the snuggly position, making it difficult for the Sonographer to get proper measurements.
Firstly, my bladder was TOO FULL, so I had to go pee (calm down, everybody pees!). Then she asked me to jump up and down, to try get them moving, but that didn’t work, so she then sent us off to the cafe to have something sweet, but then, of course, my bladder was empty and that meant my bowels were in the way of the ultrasound (you’re welcome!).
So we were given an appointment for this morning to try again, and thankfully Matthew was able to get the morning off work. I drank some water and ate a Freddo bar before heading to the hospital (lucky baby!), but the little squid was still too keen for snuggles! This time the Sonographer got my to plant my feet on the bed, raise my hips and wiggle side to side. I didn’t realise ultrasounds included a morning workout each time! That didn’t do the trick (we have one snuggly baby, just like it’s Mama!) so next I tried lying on my side and it was quite funny seeing the little munchkin shift position, as if it had just rolled out of bed, ready to start the day! But then it just kicked back in it’s recliner, one hand in the mouth and the other behind their head. I hope it’s this chilled in 6 months time!
We got a much better selection of scan images this time round, and it was wonderful to see their little heart beating away again…now we just have to wait 8 weeks until next time!
But, enough about that! After our scan Matthew headed off to work and I headed down to Stonehaven for another wonderful afternoon with the beautiful blonde in the photo, and her family. It was such a lovely, warm, day! Perfect for a trip to the beach and a cheeky wee ice-cream. The oldies sat in the sunshine as the kids and the doggos ran free on the beach, throwing sticks and stones, and complaining about wet sandy feet. Classic beach trip! Jasper’s beautiful freshly groomed coat no longer smelt fresh and wonderful and instead smelt like smelly fish water. Haha, okay, it didn’t actually, thankfully. It’s a big relief to have his hair short again, making our upcoming trip to Lewis and all the beautiful beaches a lot more bearable with a dog!
As I mentioned yesterday, Matthew and I headed to Edinburgh for the day. We got the train, earlier than anyone should get a train on a Saturday morning (7:50am, not that early, I know), because we were going to pick up a new (to us) car. Matthew sold our trusty Astra a few days ago, after 12 years of being in my family…it was the first car I drove alone after passing my test! Crazy.
We got the train to Haymarket then hopped on a bus out to Broxburn to Mark Wallace Cars where we’d found a sweet deal on a car, then headed back in to the city with it, got lunch, had a stroll along the Royal Mile and took some beaut photos of this handsome chap in front of the castle. Paid an extortionate amount of money for 3 hours parking, headed to Lou Lou’s for a cuppa and then drove home! It sure was a flying visit.
No, I’m not being a stereotypical woman and forgetting to mention what kind of car we bought, I’m just keeping you in suspense. Unfortunately it wasn’t an Aston Martin, but it’s definitely faster than my wee 1.3 Corsa.
Finally, after weeks apart, Jasper has been reunited with his favourite thing in the world, his Chuck It ball! So I decided to take out the big guns for today’s photo, my 70-200mm telephoto lens, and capture Jasper in his happiest moments. I think this is the only photo that’s in focus out of the 100 I took…he runs so fast! Too fast for the auto focus of the 70-200mm. I got a few crackers of him sitting, waiting for me to throw the ball again, with his ginormous tongue hanging out, but I was determined to get a good action shot. With a bit more practice maybe one day I’ll manage to get a “legless flying dog” shot.