Despite having promised to see hubby and dad-in-law off to the Mull rally at 6am, I slept through their clatterings thanks to my super-dooper silicon ear plugs. My bad. You need ear plugs when your partner is deaf though, because they’re oblivious to how annoying throwing the toilet seat up with such force that it slams against the cistern in the middle of the night can be, for instance.

After the last of the smoked salmon and scrambled eggs for breakfast, mum-in-law and I donned our wetsuits, and drove down to Portmahomack for a quick dip. Because we’re really hard. The sun was shining, and with no wind it really was a glorious October day. The water was still bloody cold though so we didn’t stay in long. Just long enough to attract an audience, intrigued by the two strange women in brightly coloured swim hats.

Looking gawjus, in a wetsuit!
Tellytubby?!
Portmahomack beach
Portmahomack beach

Wild swimming is definitely the way to go. Twas mum-in-law who introduced me to it a few years ago, and once you’ve tried it, there’s no going back to a heavily chlorinated pool. It’s good for your skin, and sense of wellbeing, and certainly wakes you up! This was definitely my last wild swim until the Spring though, or at least until I’ve bought some diving boots and gloves.

We drove to the Tain Pottery workshop after lunch, based not surprisingly just outside of Tain. I much preferred their designs (and prices) to the Anta range, so purchased two very cute tea plates, whilst mum-in-law very kindly bought us a matching milk jug. You’re welcome to watch the potters and painters at work behind the scenes, and it was fascinating to see the kilns and specially commissioned pieces. All of the painting is done by hand, with the training for just a few designs taking months at a time. Whilst the boss seemed a bit gruff to begin with, his staff were lovely and friendly, and enjoyed chatting and gossiping with us about local goings on.

From the pottery we headed back to Asda for some last minute essentials, and to the harbour in Port (what the locals call Portmahomack), before going back to the cottage one last time for a fish supper.

Portmahomack harbour
Portmahomack harbour

We were sad to leave Scotland behind after such a fabulous holiday, and as always it felt like we were away for longer than a week. It’s always good to leave work things at home though, to have a complete break, and to dream about plans for the future. I never miss the telly, my ipad, or even a mobile phone reception. Having complete peace and quiet is always appreciated. More of the same please.

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