forres fantastique
First time home in months and months but managed to pack in damn near everything I wanted to do in an extended 5 day weekend break. Caught up with the Hepples, seen the fam, and me and the sisters managed (just) not to kill each other after a few days of intense proximity. Got some quality Findhorn time in, big sea swims, barefoot adventures round the village, getting half cut at the Kimberly Inn, mouth organ and penny whistle experimentation and inevitably the bonkers hippies. Overall exorbitant consumption of buckfast, whisky, cider.. whilst partying at the Hepp house, parties at our house, some dancing in the Illegal Eagle, spot of obscene photography in the Beastie and a quality Sunday recovery sesh down the river.. swimming until the sun disappeared and the cider ran out. Also had some fun explorations in Alex’s offroad machine. We did some proper 4x4 roaming up hills, ploughing down trees and through bogs which probably helped reverse my karmic hippy points from the day before. Tis the goodness though. I like getting all muddy, grazed knees, dirty finger nails.. and how my clothes all smell of bonfire and diesel.. It’s maybe the best smell in the world and I was loathed to wash it all away. Wash away the river, the sea, the grime of good times.
I did not want to go back to the city yesterday. But reality beckons..
This is where it all gets a bit obscene..
I did not want to go back to the city yesterday. But reality beckons..
This is where it all gets a bit obscene..