The only down side of Netherton House Farm was a belligerent black labrador bitch who attacked Mabli and bit her (drawing blood) about half an hour after we arrived -Mabli shrieked! It was a most bizarre incident, because they'd been getting to know each other for the previous half an hour the landlady having about half a dozen black labradors running around her yard. I think Mabli must have looked like she was approaching the kitchen door which was the young black bitch's territory - maybe. Who knows. But the landlady was quite embarrassed. and tried to play it down whilst telling me that this dog had doen the same thing to other dogs before and was getting very bad tempered. I was non plussed, but did wonder if there was something physical amiss and said as much. The farm was a delight full of plants, books, artworks (and dogs!). Romy, the landlady said that her dog hadn't bitten Mabli but she bled over the cot sheets, so I know she had.
We had slap up breakfast next day though again, think I upset the landlady by giving the 'best blood sausage in Scotland' to Mabli for HER breakfast! I didn't share the rest of the full Monty bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, tomatoes, mushrooms etc.
Breakfast at ROmy's Farm B&B was a prolonged and excellent affair, where conversation with the other guests was encouraged to the point where I was told to put AWAY the laptop when my fellow diners arrived! One older couple on their way home to Glasgow from oop North and the other Mother and daughter from Sydney Australia doing the UK road tour. The woman from Glasgow's great grandfather built "The City of Adelaide! - the boat now a museum in Adelaide harbour - think I got that right, Jane-Ants Evans-Harris! Before I set out, I remembered to hitch up Groucho's saddle - My knees were hitting my chin yesterday - OK I exaggerate, but it's not comfortable not being able to straignten one's legs when peddling. Much better! UP thte hill and into Culbokie and over the top to traverse the Black Isle. I felt on top of the world, looking back at the Firth. MOstly quiet backroads down to Munlochy, and then it was easy to get back onto the NCR1 to head for the North Kessock Bridge. I resisted calling in at the Black Isle brewery. I was passed by a fit cyclist on the way up to the bridge - and met him again on the bridge itself. He very kindly led me safely into the city centre. Then I decided to get back onto Royston Wood''s route and find somewhere to kip the night. Unbeknownst to me, I was offered a WarmShower's night - but I hadn't checked my email before booking into Ardtower Caravan Park for the night. Tant pis - the night with Susan Guest would have been FAR more interesting - but I needed the sleep. And I managed to get to bed (first night in the tent!) by 9.30pm. I woke up a couple of times as my sleeping mat sssslowly deflated - and Mabli was really not sure what was going on, and couldn't make her mind up whether to sleep IN the tent or between the flysheet and inner. (in the 'porch' bit). She came all the way in, in the middle of the night (when I pumped the exped sleeping mat up for the final time before getting up at just before 6am. Going to set off towards Aviemore now. Some hills today, methinks. And we'll see where I end up sleeping tonight! Wifi very weak on this Caravan Park - horrible piped moosic in the shower/loos too!
We had slap up breakfast next day though again, think I upset the landlady by giving the 'best blood sausage in Scotland' to Mabli for HER breakfast! I didn't share the rest of the full Monty bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, tomatoes, mushrooms etc.
Breakfast at ROmy's Farm B&B was a prolonged and excellent affair, where conversation with the other guests was encouraged to the point where I was told to put AWAY the laptop when my fellow diners arrived! One older couple on their way home to Glasgow from oop North and the other Mother and daughter from Sydney Australia doing the UK road tour. The woman from Glasgow's great grandfather built "The City of Adelaide! - the boat now a museum in Adelaide harbour - think I got that right, Jane-Ants Evans-Harris! Before I set out, I remembered to hitch up Groucho's saddle - My knees were hitting my chin yesterday - OK I exaggerate, but it's not comfortable not being able to straignten one's legs when peddling. Much better! UP thte hill and into Culbokie and over the top to traverse the Black Isle. I felt on top of the world, looking back at the Firth. MOstly quiet backroads down to Munlochy, and then it was easy to get back onto the NCR1 to head for the North Kessock Bridge. I resisted calling in at the Black Isle brewery. I was passed by a fit cyclist on the way up to the bridge - and met him again on the bridge itself. He very kindly led me safely into the city centre. Then I decided to get back onto Royston Wood''s route and find somewhere to kip the night. Unbeknownst to me, I was offered a WarmShower's night - but I hadn't checked my email before booking into Ardtower Caravan Park for the night. Tant pis - the night with Susan Guest would have been FAR more interesting - but I needed the sleep. And I managed to get to bed (first night in the tent!) by 9.30pm. I woke up a couple of times as my sleeping mat sssslowly deflated - and Mabli was really not sure what was going on, and couldn't make her mind up whether to sleep IN the tent or between the flysheet and inner. (in the 'porch' bit). She came all the way in, in the middle of the night (when I pumped the exped sleeping mat up for the final time before getting up at just before 6am. Going to set off towards Aviemore now. Some hills today, methinks. And we'll see where I end up sleeping tonight! Wifi very weak on this Caravan Park - horrible piped moosic in the shower/loos too!
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