Thursday, December 4, 2008
My office is cold and I must wear fingerless gloves at times. I would relish a space heater but do not like the thought of them. What I would cherish right now is a wee dram of whisky or warm cider and my toes in front of a peat fire. I want to slip into something cozy and be wrapped up by friendly warmth. It doesn't matter if you are a stranger or repeat customer. Most inns in the Highlands will welcome you. The locals might be a little weary of you at first but give them a smile, make a joke and offer to buy someone a pint and they will warm up to you right quick.
That warm oasis isn't too far away. Just over the mountain pass, across a burn or two, underneath a canopy of stars and flicker of a moon. Just listen for the music, it will guide you.
Posted by dkWells