Last week we should have been on the Isle of Bute, celebrating my birthday with baklava*
and views of the sea.
But, for obvious reasons, we had to cancel the trip and stay home. So, instead, I baked my own single serving cake (the Husband doesn’t eat cake, and I knew if I baked a big one I’d become a big one too):
and we went on a 9.5k hike.
Because it was a long walk we took a tub of hummus and some crisps with us, and it was great sitting in the sun dipping and crunching.
Having never seen the point of walking in the hills and woods that surround us here, it’s now become my salvation. Here are some random shots from the walks we’ve taken since my last post:
Header image: a multiplicity of lichens on a young apple tree at the side of a single track road.
*Because Bute has been leaching residents for some time the local council housed several Syrian families who had fled the war. They have now set up cafes, take-aways, barbers, all sorts, and I can’t think of anything better than a Scottish island full of mediterranean food outlets.