This talk of otters reminded me of a holiday we had in Scotland. We were staying near Achiltibuie in a rented holiday cottage. I read the Visitor's Book and someone had written in it about how they picked some wild sorrel and sautéed it in unsalted butter... What kind of Independent-reading person seriously needs to tell the possible future readers of a visitor's book in a holiday cottage that they foraged some wild sorrel, sautéed it in unsalted butter and ate it. Delicious! To take a leaf from the previous post, a knob, I suppose.
I was sorely tempted to write: we went for a walk by the shore, and spotted some sea-otters... we sautéed them in some unsalted butter. Delicious!; but I thought some animal-lovers might hunt me down and kill me, so I didn't. I won't try and impress you with how clever we were on holiday, I'll just show you some nice pics:
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| A Sea-otter? |
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| A Sunset |
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| Not a sunset |
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| A Mountain |
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| The Moon |
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| Near Achiltibuie |
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| A Ruin |
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| Near Achiltibuie |
I think I've started to think about holidays. Have you?
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