The snow has gone. Instead we have gales - all day.
After breakfast Sophie leaps in the back of the car, spreads out and makes herself comfortable. Squeezed into the corner Bob gives me his '' Can I come and sit in the passenger seat with you ? " look.
It is a day for walks on the lead. The wild boar have been about. Apart from that nothing much happens. The tikes are still away skiing. The Old Farmer wanders over to tell me he's decided to go into hospital next week for a hip replacement. He wonders if I could pick him up afterwards. '' Your Volvo might be more comfortable than ..... ". At this point, right on cue, the Belgian lady drives by in her tiny little duo tone Citroen. She beeps and waves. He takes off his Canadian fur trappers hat with ear flaps and bows. No more needs be said. I tell him we'll be there whenever he needs us.
Bob is surprised, as he's surprised every morning, by the presence of horses in the field across the road.
'The Font' remains snowed in. At breakfast time the large hotel is staffed by a receptionist, a breakfast cook and a solitary waitress. There is also a rather grumpy night porter who can't get home and has been told to answer the phone. The other staff are out there somewhere in a blizzard and snowdrifts. 100 American golfing surgeons look towards the Old Course and wonder how they're going to spend their day . Every so often the windows shake as another frigid blast of arctic air blows in from the North Sea. The hotel opens the bar and suggests the guests help themselves and sign for whatever they've taken. By 10 am the surgeons are getting jolly. The Johnny Walker breakfast.
A charming piece of whimsy : https://twitter.com/ghirlandia/status/969263542598762496
17 comments:
So another day of Angus cuisine. The Johnny Walker breakfast sounds as if this could be particularly interesting by Dinner. So kind of you to look at the OF. If only all neighbours were like those in at ROFH
Indeed, another day of Angus cuisine - I hope you've stocked up well on sausages, and re-fillable yoghurt pots !
I don't envy 'The Font' if she is marooned in the hotel with those Johnny Walker fuelled surgeons. Perhaps she will take refuge in the wee house.
A sweet story about the snowdrop.
Pity the poor organizer of the American surgeons conference who has 100 slightly inebriated Thorax specialists in the hotel and another 150 of them lost and in the tender care of United and American somewhere between Newark and Edinburgh .
The mind boggles as to what a hundred tipsy surgeons might get up to. (Is there a collective noun for surgeons? An 'incision' perhaps?)
No, make that an 'arrogance'...
Hari OM
As the Hutch's back window was blown in by the gale last night, (it's back in place, panic not), I understand what it feels like for the food in the fridge... I did wonder, also, that the Font wasn't staying in the wee hoosie - then remembered the lack of beds. A good strong cuppa Dilmah tea is my preferred morning tipple. Good luck to the hotel keeping track of the Johnny. YAM xx
Why on earth would anyone book a golfing holiday in Scotland for early March?
Tax deductibility ?
Good luck to the Old Farmer!
We got that special combination of gale-force winds from just the right angle, along with fire-hose-strength rainfall, that pushed up underneath the roof tiles and dripped throughout the night.
Happily today is sunny and warm.
Playing golf in Scotland is on every serious golfers bucket list.. We used to live in Pebble Beach and I was amazed at the golfers playing in the pouring rain😳..not my idea of a fun time! I understand there is a long waiting list to play in Scotland.
To play on the Old Course is the Mecca of golf which is why the town is almost always busy with American and Japanese visitors.
It was indeed an awful night. I got up when the hail started pounding against the bathroom windows. I soon close the shutters. The PONs were completely oblivious to the elements.
Open the bar or keep it closed and risk a riot. Common sense prevailed. 'The Font ' followed a snow plough to Kirkcaldy and then amazingly another one through Burntisland to Dalgety Bay. What are the chances of timing like that ? When I say followed I mean literally followed through the drifts.Of course the airport is a disaster zone and all flights are booked out until tomorrow.
He puts up with the dogs barking so it's a pleasure to help.
A 'mayhem' ?
We think gales are preferable to being stranded in a hotel with grumpy staff and drunken surgeons. Hope the Font has lots of reading material.
Hari OM
What does my head in is that there was a week's warning... and nobody, it seems, took it seriously enough to set up contingency plans; proper, 'we can do this' outlines to prevent hysteria and idiocy. They all laughed at Hamza Yousef when he tried to impress the seriousness upon them... Yes, it's inconvenient, but it's winter for crying out loud... I'm sure the Font was disgusted with the mess of it, given her Scandinavian heritage! The snowplough connection was definitely a 'gift' - Yxx
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