Our wee hoose is empty now, and we’re sleeping in duvets on the floor — like we weren’t stiff and totally beat already from all the packing. But the movers came yesterday and carted all our stuff away. Some of it we’ll see in months over in Canada, some of it on Tuesday when it arrives at the in-laws. Hey, they asked for it! We’re going to forgo our overnight in Inverness, where we were going to visit friends, and drive straight down tomorrow so we can help out. The giant moving lorry won’t fit down that little lane at Brentham Knowe!
After Craig did some work this morning and I did some more house-cleaning, we drove out to the Castle of Mey for lunch, then out see our friend Norman at the Dunnet Head lighthouse. We gave him yet more of the belongings we can’t take with us. The sun shone down on all the grass, the pink sea-thrift flowers, the sea-birds whirling around the cliffs, and glittered off the waves between us and the Orkney Islands.
This is a great place, and I can’t believe we’re really not going to live here anymore.
Then we drove back to Wick, where Craig dropped me off and headed back to work, where he’ll probably be until late tonight. That part I won’t miss!