Pottery House is a small B&B on the beautiful and quieter south side of Loch Ness.
Lemon & Lime Marmalade
Lemon & Lime Marmalade
serve our own home made jams and orange marmalade at breakfast, but
wanted to try something new. So yesterday I made up a batch of Lemon
& Lime Marmalade. I'm not a great fan of marmalade but this I
really like, its's got the citrus zing of the lemons and limes without
the intense aftertaste you get with oranges.
If you're visiting Pottery House soon and it's not out at breakfast be sure to ask Glen if you'd like to try some.
We like to see the bird life from the breakfast room window, but this morning guests were a little surprised to look out and see a duck staring back at them. Took him a while to work out how to get off again, having trouble taking off along a narrow ridge, but he managed it eventually.
First the Pine Marten discovered the feeder intended for the red squirrels (see previous post) and he's now a regular visitor (if you're booked to stay with us in the next couple of weeks be sure to ask if you'd like to see him).
Now the red squirrels have decided to move on to the peanut feeder intended for the birds.
It's not that the pine marten have scared the red squirrels off their feeder, they're on it every day as well and we keep it topped up, it's just that some squirrels seem to relish the challenge of hanging upside down trying to pull peanuts out through the wire.
I grew up in the South of England, both my parents were Londoners but
they always had a love of the Scottish Highlands, they visited
frequently and had friends living in Fort William, I have fond memories of
family holidays here.
all of my youth a particular painting hung above the fireplace in
our front room, in fact you can see it in the photo taken at Christmas
some time in the early 1970's (yes, that's me, the painting is on the
right above the old 1970's electric fire). It was painted by my father,
he was an amateur oil painter but only ever painted 3 paintings.
Mum (on the right) passed away in 1995 the painting ended up in my
attic and it's pretty much stayed there over the years, even here at
It didn't really mean much
apart from the memory of it always being on the wall at home, until I showed it to a close friend and he
immediately said "That's Lower Falls in Glen Nevis".