I had a few days to go before my flight back home, and as Tommy was doing all the cooking and baking, I had promised Tony to do dinner, as they just could not cope. It was now October, and still busy, as the weather was really good.
So during the days I went to all my favourite places to say goodbye, as although I promised Tony to come back, I was not feeling all that strong, and if my health didn't improve over the next six months, I knew that I could not do the work properly!
The first , and my most favourite place I went to of course was Loch Voile, where I had spent so many happy hours reading, barbequeing, or just basking in the sun, like a very lazy seal! I found this small cove purely by accident when, as I do, I crawled down a steep slope to have a look at the loch from that angle. I was delighted when I came upon this little cove, and promptly christianed it Christina's cove! As it is so well camouflaged, nobody but me ever went there, but once I found two Porteguese tourists having a skinny dip in the icy water! They were two young men, out on a hiking holiday of a lifetime I suppose, and on finding this secluded spot, decided to have a dip! They were not even disturbed at me coming upon them, just did a few more splashes, dried themselves with their t-shirts, dressed, and after waving me a friendly goodbye, went up the slope!
From there I drove to Comrie, a village that was known for it's beautiful hanging baskets, with the most beautiful flowers cascading down like colourful waterfalls during the summer, and it also had a wonderful charity shop, where you pay fifty pence for tops and one pound for trousers. I have once found a pair of brand new Prado pants there, and payed only one pound! They always had something for me, even when I only bought a few books, and that was only one pound for three.
I then took a little back road that led me to the small house looking a lot like mine in South Africa, where I parked, and walked up the hill to have a look at my wild strawberry patch. That I also found by walking up a slope, and every year in June I came here to pick the berries. I brought Lizzy once, and after she gave me a fright by rolling down the steep slope, and got winded a bit! But she recovered and found her breath again, and we drove back to Comrie, where we bought ice cream, then on to loch Voile, where we had strawberries and ice cream! We had to sit in the car however, as it suddenly started raining, but nevertheless, it tasted wonderful! Then I said a quick farewell to the Blue lagoon, a beautifull pond just outside Comrie before heading back to to dinner.