Down on the Floor

Claire is trying to sit up but still needs some support from a big sister.

And, inspired by the fantastic fort they made at their friends' the Foxes house last weekend, Ailsa and Heather turned the living room into a secret den.

And what better thing to do in a secret den than to write in your secret diary?

Itinerary

Right, I've got the whole day stretched out in front of me, I could do anything: play something, dress up, go out on my scooter, annoy Heather, watch a dvd. Hmmm... no. What I'll do is I'll write down the days of the week.

Audition Advice and Pasta Pronunciation

Lately Ailsa has been trying to improve the way she says "pisghetti". But the best she could muster this evening was "Sgabetti".

And when playing "Cinderella" with Ailsa and a friend today, Heather thought she'd really got the best part when they agreed to let her be Cinderella. She put on her fancy dress and started twirling around. But. The other 2 decided to be the ugly stepsisters and the role of Cinderella quickly lost its charm. I obviously missed the bits in the original when Cinderella's bunny gets taken away. Lesson: it's not always best to audition for the romantic lead.

Sunday Fun

The Hills are Alive!

Here are the last few pictures from last weekend's adventures.

This one Ailsa took, to show me the view (Claire and I stayed in for a nice nap that morning).

The Heather on the hills.

A last picture on the bridge before we crossed it and headed back to the mainland.

Call the Ferryman

This is us on Easdale Island, which is 2+2km from Atlantic Bridge, as Dad noticed! I'm guessing it's 2 to the ferry and 2 to the island. The island is a big chunk of slate and a century ago was very busy with slate quarrying. Now you can see huge empty quarries filled with water ( a bit scary to walk around with 2 energetic girls). All the rock walls, houses and roofing tiles are made of slate. And there are no cars on the island. In the distance you can see the village of Ellenabeich, where you catch the ferry (small motor boat). When you get off the ferry with your 20 bags of groceries, you just load up a few of these wheelbarrows which are helpfully waiting for you.

What are those tire tracks then Sharon, if you claim there are no cars? A JCB. How they got that across in the motor boat, I don't know. And here are Ailsa and Heather building a wee cairn.

The Weekend

We had to cross the Atlantic bridge,
which had this lovely view,

to arrive here.
There's a Maud Lewis type hut in the background, with flowers painted on the window glass and pictures for sale inside, with just an honesty box for you to put your money in. You can just see the one petrol pump. If you wanted any, you had to ring a buzzer and someone might have come strolling out to help you, possibly from the pub across the road, I'm not sure. It was the same for the Easdale Island ferry in Ellenabeich (see the bottom sign). Pictures of that tomorrow.

No, we have not given up blogging for Lent

And you're right Jen, it is nearly spring already! We're just back from a few days on the west coast. More pictures to come. Stay tuned.

The Luge...Glasgow Style


We might not have quite as much snow as Bethanne has in Switzerland, but this is what we woke up to Saturday morning!! We went for a very quick sled ride before breakfast, before it melted away. Ailsa has her pyjamas and dressing gown on under her coat.

Claire's song and dance