Robin couldn't leave without a trip up the hill to see Lexies
We take cake and coffee
Edith takes photos
It was the most perfect morning. I've not been up here for a while.
Janne's visit was the last time
I do love it here. Edith's perfectly restored, perfectly loved holiday residence!
An old croft that until 2007 was a ruin sitting forlornly on the hillside
It isn't too neat, it isn't too tidy
but it has order and ensures that visiting family and friends
are comfortable and cosy without the need for running water and electricity
The compost loo
This year there is an addition. Up in the rafters swallows have
taken up residence. A delightful spot - surely they
must be excited at the prospect of returning next summer? It's
constructed so carefully - tiny dollops of mud! A rather whimsical
woolly feature by the front door completes their little home.
As well as Robin and I, Edith's cousin and his wife are visiting. Edith
unravels her hammock to show where she sleeps - sometimes.
She's never in focus, as she never stops moving
but occasionally she sits for a moment and reflects
Robin signs the visitors book. Absolutely everyone who comes must sign it!
We sit outside in the last late burst of summer sunshine eating cake and drinking coffee.
The plates and mugs are washed outside in the burn and drained
on the draining board under the trees
It's the time of year when the hillsides and mountains take on a golden ginger tinge
Coming back down to earth, we pass Edith's garden shed next to
her 'real' house. It's thatched in heather.
I do love coming up to Lexies. You never quite know what you'll
find here and Edith, as always, is the perfect hostess. I
do love her enthusiasm - long may it continue.