Not very exciting , but we've just installed a nice large tumble drier in the bothy for all to use. Douglas and Colin's already have washer/driers but when the Bendix in Mhairi's gave up the ghost ( nearly 20 years old - why did my expensive new Hotpoint give up after 18 months?) we just put in a washing machine only.  We've been so busy over winter that drying sheets had become a bit of a problem, hence the decent sized tumble drier.  So, a useful wee extra we hope.

On a business point, the cottages have always come under the Wallis Hunter banner, being part of Mike's overall business.  However our jewellery is moving over to becoming a limited company at the end of March, and the cottages will be the only thing left in Wallis Hunter.  Makes no odds to anyone -  but with modern payment methods, cards Paypal etc, it causes me (accounts!) a lot of hassle.  Have you tried opening a new bank account recently?  Don't.

Well, so much for Spring, Woke up to a nice covering of snow this morning - you may be able to spot the brave wee daffodil hiding behind the fence.  My doughty assistant made it up from Campbeltown, but the school bus is still sitting at the top of A Creuch  (that VERY steep hill), scared to descend.  We get slightly stuck here in the snow - all these braes and glens - and the best this winter was a taxi driver heading back to Campbeltown who spent all night on the hill at Saddell.  But it doesn't happen often.

A foul weekend, so we were all delighted to go up to the Hotel on Sunday for a Red Nose bakery event.  We all took wonderful cakes up, and then ate them.  Place was packed and the raffle was terrific - Mike and I managed to claim 3 prizes - and we put two more back.  But we needed the wine as we had been entertaining at the week-end and stocks were depleted. Full marks to Tom and the hotel for a great effort.

Whist is starting in the Hall again on the odd Friday, so you may be lucky enough to be here at the right time. It's great fun and no-one gets cross if you play the wrong suit.  Mike and I last played whist in the high Andes in an extremely cold tent, by candlelight - so cold that you couldn't manage to hold the cards.  So Mike refuses ever to play again. Just as well.

Well, the sun's out now so hopefully the bus will have descended , the head mistress will have appeared, and life will go on its merry way.