Loch Tay in Scotland was the last place my husband and I went on holiday before our daughter was born. I had envisaged somewhere a little more exotic-sounding, and certainly warmer than Scotland in March, but in fact it turned out to be the perfect destination for what we needed - to get a way for a few days and ‘re-group.’
Once we got there, I didn’t mind swapping my dreamed-of cocktail, albeit non-alcoholic, for a big mug of hot chocolate, and the loch-side log cabin had a better view of the water than any poolside accommodation we’d have got abroad.
I opted out of the kayaking, thankful to have my bump as an excuse to hide behind, rather than admit that the weather was not quite what I’d hoped for. I wouldn’t have possibly fitted into the boat after all, let alone get out again in the event of capsizing! That was my story and I was sticking to it.
In all honesty, we’d left it a bit late to go abroad and even if an airline or ferry had willingly agreed to take me, I don’t think we’d have agreed. We are both worriers in the extreme! I’d been carrying my pregnancy notes with me for weeks prior to that holiday anyway.
We weren’t expecting to get snowed in on that particular holiday, but in fact it was bliss! We snuggled on the sofa with the heating up high, mesmerised by the giant flakes floating past the windows. The fridge was stocked up and there was no mobile reception so there was nothing to interrupt us – the perfect chance to look forward to having the baby, but also to remember that we were a couple first, and being holed up in the snow for a few days was a wonderful opportunity to reminisce.
I took this photo of the sheep in the field beside our log cabin and I love it for being able to feel the weather from it, and because of the way the sheep are blindly following each other, just as people say they do. I’m sharing it as part of The Gallery. Have a look at some of the other photos there.