Eating strawberries and ice cream

Liz and self decided to go up to Glencorrie for more strawberrries as it was now full summer, and have lunch up on the mountain. I could not stay in the hotel, as Anne and self had one huge fight, as I told her that I would leave if she kept on refusing to get clean oil for the fryers! She was just not worried about the smell of dirty oil that made one's nose itch when you enter the hotel, and up to now I was helpless, as she just did not order clean oil.
Of course she started wailing for Bryan again, and told him to tell me that it was not my hotel, but hers, excluding the poor hardworking Bryan as usual!  That was the previous night, and on this morning I was up early, and while waiting for Liz to wake up and get ready, I drove to Loch Voile and had breakfast at Christina's cove.
It is very strange, but whenever my feathers were ruffled, or I was tired and a bitty depressed, my spirits were immediately on the up when I entered a wood or even just sat under a green tree.
By ten thirty I hoped that Liz was ready, so I drove back, and found her sitting over a coffee, but at least she was dressed and almost ready to go.
Somebody else must have been before us, as the strawberry plants yielded no big crop, but enough for us to eat as a desert, so after a nice nap in the sun, we went to Comry and bought ice cream, then on to my cove, where we tried to have strawberries and cream, but the midges were rampant, and we had to hastily run up the steep hillside for cover. I then drove on to loch Doine, where there were less of the horrors, but enough to make eating outside unpleasant, so we sat in the Panda and had our feast, remembering our previous strawberry hunt when Liz rolled down the mountainside.
I was in a bit of a crossroads situation, as everything inside me screamed against Anne's sloppy ways, and also the fact that nowadays the once spotless hotel smelled awful, and we were lately only attracting the kind of people that Joe and Rosanne tried to keep out. I had however, although I had promised to help them and stay for the first season, decided that if Anne did not get clean oil weekly, I was definitely going to look for another job, or go home!
There were lighter moments, like Friday nights when Tommy came. Tommy was the strangest man, always alone, but very sociable, and loved to dance, and on Fridays I always expected to hear his voice calling: 'Christine, come on out lassy, it is time for your treat', and if I did not respond fast enough, he would come into the kitchen and get me. This had been going on since I first started working at the Inn, and Joe, who loved to see his staff happy, would put on some nice dance music, and Tommy would dance me expertly through the tables.
Anne funnily enough did not object, so this little ritual went on after they took over the hotel.