Home again

We stayed overnight at a local hotel and went back to my Mum’s for lunch.

N had cooked fish pie which was very good but different to mine as I cook my fish in a tomato and onion sauce and have this as the bottom layer, followed by the more traditional cheese sauce and mashed potato.  He says that I am unique in doing this and that my dish is not fish pie at all.  Anyway, he had to make R a separate pie all of his own as he (R that is) does not eat prawns.  I would say “does not like prawns” but I actually doubt he has ever tasted them – he just has it in his head that he doesn’t like them.  When I “acquired” R from his mother he would hardly eat anything apart from pizza and burgers, but over the years (more than 25 of them now) I have someone broadened the range of things he will eat – but not as far as including any seafood other than white fish.  He also will not eat most fruit, many vegetables, salad, offal, custard, cream, chicken with bones in it, pork, lamb, eggs or soft cheese.

Anyway then we drove back – by the scenic route that I prefer.  It was a stunningly beautiful drive with the Ochils to one side, rolling farmlands to the other and the nearly full moon hanging in the clear afternoon sky like a pale shadow of what it would become after nightfall.  People always rave about the beauty of the highlands, but lowland Scotland definitely has its points too.

When we got home there was yet another sensational sunset. R’s office is the best place for the views from this house, although my bedroom is nearly as good.  Makes you realize how very privileged we are to live in a place like this.