Monday April 6th. Easter Monday
We decided to stay put today and do something local. That
was the dog walk which takes meal most to Whiting Bay Golf club. This time, however, we walked on past the
golf course; down to the main round the island road and, crossing almost
straight over that, along to King’s Cross Point. Sadly the action we performed
at site of our on the beach bonk wasn’t to be revisited owing to the fact I had
a visit from Uncle Tom and knowing our weird Menstrual Synchrony Laura would be
following suit either today or tomorrow.
Plus there seemed to be a lot more folks about than last week.
In a breather between parties of grockles we did have a
serious snog and fondle. I was able to wriggle my hand down the front of Loll’s
walking trousers and make my fingers disappear into a warm wet cavern I found
there. She had a quiet, sighing orgasm into my ear but then pulled my hand out
of her trousers and told me someone was coming. I told her I thought she just
had.
I am not sure how squeamish Laura was before becoming my
significant other but my OCD about cleanliness may have rubbed off over the
subject of periods. I have tried having sex during the time of the month in the
past but it is just bloody messy fucking – literally! One of the guys I tried
it with was so grossed out we never had sex again. Richard and I indulged when
my mouth wasn’t sufficient to satisfy his desire. (This was very infrequent
actually – he seemed to enjoy shooting his load into my mouth more than into in
my vagina. That could be too much information.)
Maybe she had heard the old biddies along the path but I
hadn’t. If my hand had been deployed a dozen second longer we’d have been
caught in the act. Fully clothed, obviously, but there would have been no doubt
as to what was going on.
The biddies were heading to Whiting bay and then on to
Kildonan if they hadn’t tired themselves out in the process. We joined with
them and walked back to the settlement. They all decamped into the café for a
libation Laura and I kept on walking back to the van where we had our own
libation sitting on the van’s deck. After about half an hour the group of
biddies walked past the wall, so we popped our head over and had another chat
with them. They were surprised that I was the owner of the caravan and wasn’t
just a tenant. I didn’t bother explaining that Dad and I had bought it between
us, but I did tell them I thought ours was the only site that didn’t let the
owners let the vans out to other people.
After they’d toddled off for the fairly longish walk round
to Kildonan I was instructed by the slim blonde I live with to remove my
garments and get ready to have the earlier compliment repaid. Did I need asking
twice?
We then showered together and prepped out evening meal.
A quiet night was spent snuggling on the sofa.
Tuesday 7th April.
Despite the situation regarding menstruation I decided that
the two Glens walk could be a good one; Glen Sannox, over the col and then Glen
Rosa. This was a good suggestion as far as my body was concerned but the walk
was not as enjoyable as I had thought it would be. The Sannox bit was quite
pleasant and the climb to the col quite easy really, it was Glen Rosa that was
dullsville. It was too long and got more and more tedious as we walked along
it. It just went on for ever and being enclosed on almost all four sides it had
a very limited vista.
This short entry is testament to one of my not very good
suggestions. For future reference the word is out: stay high – avoid the
valleys!
Wednesday April 8th
Synchrony does exist. Laura is now with Tom too! Ha!
In light of the fact I bummed out with my walk suggestion
yesterday, we decided to do some old favourites today, a morning and afternoon
in one spot each.
Morning: King’s Caves. I love these caves, they are really
interesting. We parked up at the usual car park and walked the widdershins way
round the route – it is the better way. At the caves we had ‘an explore’ and
then spent an age doing some more stone balancing. I wonder why it is only here
on the whole island that we do this? Anyway it is fun. We had the silly idea
that back in Cumbria we’d pinch a series of stones from the beach (yes, I know
it’s illegal) and using his drill we’d put holes in them all to make a balanced
stone sculpture for the garden there. Dad had a pile of weird old thin steel
rods in his garage which would be ideal for threading through the rocks.
We had our packed lunch at the caves and cogitated that it
was just our luck for us to be both bleeding at a time when the sodding place
was deserted. We could have bonked in plain sight on the beach and not been
disturbed at all! Actually, knowing the way Fortuna rolls the dice, we’d have
been indulging our passion just as a coach party of biddies arrived or worse; a
school trip from a boys’ school!
Afternoon: Machrie Moor Stone Circles. I love these too,
even more than King’s Caves, to be honest. There is something so awe-inspiring
about a belief system that was so out of touch with any kind of modern science
yet made the people create these things thousands of years ago. I feel the same
way about Cathedrals, to be honest. They are another example of the total wrong
headedness of religion inspiring people to do crazy things for no plausible
scientific reason at all. Churches are just the logical extension of the mass
delusion of religion. Wonderful examples of mass delusion, but deluded just the
same.
As usual there were hardly any people about at the circles
and we had time to explore each one and go up to them if we wished and hug them
(something you can’t do at places like Stonehenge, for example). We didn’t hug
every one but some just yearn to be touched. [Yes, that is me getting delusional
too.]
We had a stop off in Blackwaterfoot on the way back round to
WB for a cuppa and a bun and then did a slow cruise round the southern tip of
the island encountering hardly any vehicles, apart from the bus service. Pladda
from the road above Kildonan looks so inviting, I have decided to investigate
if there is a way for us to visit it.
Back at the van we had our meal and chilled out again on the
deck until it got too cold then we snuggled on the sofa and watched a couple of
our backlogged TV programmes from my PVR.
Thursday April 9th.
We were going to do a high peak today but instead we
succumbed to the temptation of the Auchrannie Spa once more. Especially as last
time we went we were given a discount voucher for another visit. We walked
Callie along the beach at Brodick and then found a shady spot to park at the
Spa so we could be pampered for six hours!
Hydrotherapy, massage, hot stone treatment, facial,
manicure, swimming, Jacuzzi we had the works. It was interrupted at about 1pm
when I went and took Callie for another stroll so that she wasn’t left
abandoned in the boot for an excessive amount of time. I’d left Laura in one of
the Jacuzzis when I went to walk the woofie; when I returned she was with four
other people. Two couples. It turned out that the two guys made a bee-line for
my blonde bombshell when they spotted her, all on her ownsome, but their
spouses quickly appeared to spoil the guys’ fun! Ha!
We had a long chat with the two women after their hubbies
had wandered off to the pool area. They were from Glasgow and hinted that they
worked for the Health Service but didn’t go into any more details. Once again
we had the surprise when they discovered Laura was doing a Pure & Applied
Maths degree and was about to take her finals. We should be used to it by now I
suppose.
They seemed a really nice pair, obviously the tempering
influence on their husbands / partners / whatevers. We left the Jacuzzi and did
a few lengths of the pool, not up to our usual standard but as we hadn’t really
swum any distance for almost a fortnight it loosened up the joints.
The massage was great. I love a good pummelling of the
muscles and that was what we got. The Spa which Mum and I go to have a couple
of excellent masseuses and the woman who attacked my muscles was just as
impressive. I felt as though I could leap up Goat Fell afterwards.
We had a takeaway Chinese for our evening meal, which we
bought in Brodick and drove back with in our insulated bag. It was still piping
hot back at the van. After snarfing down our food and a suitable rest we drove
round to Kildonan to seal watch until the light faded. We headed into the hotel
for a swift libabtion and we once again treated to the ministrations of a
couple of lads who wanted to chance their arm. (As it were.) They had no chance
at all and I am afraid to admit I was a mite sarcastic. OK, very sarcastic,
They gave up after being insulted for a while and we finished
our drink in peace. The hotel had a very nice un-oaked Chardonnay which met
with my approval, Loll was the driver tonight. All in all a very enjoyable and
pampered day.
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