Otters and soda bread

Already the next morning my hand felt a lot better, and it also looked better, the angry red swelling by now having gone.
The wooden cottage we were now in was absolutely wonderful, with a nice view over a green field, and up to the sea, and for me it was bliss, as I could walk around until Liz woke up.
So, armed with the flask filled with coffee, and some sandwiches, I left the cottage early to go down to the beach and see what it was like. It was quite far, but I was blessed with a pair of strong legs for walking, although running was definitely not my strong point.I remember from my early schooldays, because I had such long legs, the teachers always put me into the athletics practices, and could not understand why I didn't beat all the other kids. It was bad for me, as tried as I would, I always found myself running alone, everybody else having passed me, and then, because I never was a good loser, I would stop, grab my leg, and pretend that I had a bad cramp!
It was a lovely day, specially after the cold and wet that spoiled our joy a little bit, and made my hand ache, and as I was alone except for a few small birds and a family of rabbits playing in the grass, I sang! 'It's a long way to the perairy', and to my ears it sounded as usual not too bad!
 Down at the beach I sat down and had my breakfast, and then sat with my cuppa watching an otter playing in the water, rolling and diving, and then he lay on his back, softly rocking on the gentle waves, watching me all the time, I suppose to see whether I liked his antics. I sat watching him until a few others joined him, and one of them, maybe his mother, gave him a good cuff, before the whole lot left, leaving me feeling suddenly very alone!
As it was now almost ten thirty, I walked back to see whether Liz was awake. I just can not understand how people can lie in bed till almost midday, while the suns shines and wildlife is everywhere to be seen, even if only a small mouse, or a few baby rabbits. I found her up, and drinking her coffee, and I think maybe her concsience had spooked  her dreams during the night, as she said that she would be ready for going out in half an hour!
Driving around inbetween the bautiful and awe inspiring mountains was indeed soulfood, and I sat very quietly, drinking it all in, a piece of tissue paper stuck in my nose to keep Benny's breathe at bay, as the winding road was just not good for his car sickness.
We found a small cafè sitting like a small bird surrounded by huge rocks, and had tea and the best soda bread that I have ever tasted!