Outside the cottage this morning.
This windy, rainy day has kept me close to the cottage. In fact I’m reminded of how I spend the winter at my cottage by the sea, although today I went out at noon to the local eating spot for fish and chips—something I never do at the cottage.
Right now I’m snacking on broccoli, one of the steady, nutritious staples of my diet. With a self-catering cottage I can indulge myself even in broccoli, as well as settle into solitude and silence in the evenings. Supper simply includes some combination of the following: cheese and oatcake crackers, farm fresh eggs, with the deepest orange yolks that I have ever, ever seen, and cereal. After the deliciously fried fish and chips, (always on the menu in Scotland), I figure I need to balance with a healthy menu. Oh, just to round out the eating, it’s oatmeal and banana for breakfast, with a min-morning scone fit in somewhere, and an apple eaten on the road sometime. Um, has anyone noticed that I write about food every day? Is this a new (or old) obsession of mine?
In case you’re interested in what I did all day in the cottage, here it is, in no particular order and with some repeats: I read, prayed, ate, took a hot bath, played the recorder, sat in the silence, wrote, emailed. Nothing worth writing about but since readers of this blog are looking for silence, solitude and simplicity, and sometimes like to be alone, it just might resonate in some way. Those of you with intensely busy lives, might be thinking, “Oh, how I’d love a day simply to hang out.” My hope is that my experiences will encourage you to find your own way to do just that.
P.S. Before posting this I decided to take a walk. In twenty minutes I went from no rain to being soaked through. Weather is no predictable and god shows no partiality. Enjoy my rain photos.
Right now I’m snacking on broccoli, one of the steady, nutritious staples of my diet. With a self-catering cottage I can indulge myself even in broccoli, as well as settle into solitude and silence in the evenings. Supper simply includes some combination of the following: cheese and oatcake crackers, farm fresh eggs, with the deepest orange yolks that I have ever, ever seen, and cereal. After the deliciously fried fish and chips, (always on the menu in Scotland), I figure I need to balance with a healthy menu. Oh, just to round out the eating, it’s oatmeal and banana for breakfast, with a min-morning scone fit in somewhere, and an apple eaten on the road sometime. Um, has anyone noticed that I write about food every day? Is this a new (or old) obsession of mine?
In case you’re interested in what I did all day in the cottage, here it is, in no particular order and with some repeats: I read, prayed, ate, took a hot bath, played the recorder, sat in the silence, wrote, emailed. Nothing worth writing about but since readers of this blog are looking for silence, solitude and simplicity, and sometimes like to be alone, it just might resonate in some way. Those of you with intensely busy lives, might be thinking, “Oh, how I’d love a day simply to hang out.” My hope is that my experiences will encourage you to find your own way to do just that.
P.S. Before posting this I decided to take a walk. In twenty minutes I went from no rain to being soaked through. Weather is no predictable and god shows no partiality. Enjoy my rain photos.
