This time I drove to Cape Town, from where I would get a flight with Emirates to Glasgow, from where it was very easy for me to get to Strathyre by bus. It was quite a mission to come and get me, so I told Liz not to worry, as I could easily take the airport bus into Glasgow, from where I could get another bus to Stirling, and from there to Strathyre.
I was looking forward to my work, as the two men I now worked for was used to staff, and knew how to behave with their staff, and that made everyone calm and wanting to do their best. The staff was also nice to work for, there were an American couple who was a bit more mature than the others, and we became quite good friends, and although the others were youngsters, they were also quite mature.

The woman coming in to clean was called Karin, an extremely talkative person, with a lovely face, but her body was a bitty wobbly, and the clothing she insisted on wearing was always just a bit too small to cover all the wobbly bits!
Then she was inspired by the youngsters with their navel rings and tattoos at strange places, and got herself a butterfly tattoo on her lower back, and this butterfly was peeping out with bulging eyes from between her two well rounded buttocks. Of course she then had to show this off, and one morning she arrived with a very low cut pair of jeans, and a g-string underneath as to not spoil the effect. It would have been okay if she stayed in the bedrooms where she should have been, but she had decided that day to wash down all the walls in the pub.
Standing on a ladder, stretching as far as she could to reach the furthest corners, the tattoo was shown off to its best advantage, and as it was lunch time at that stage, and the men working locally all in for a light lunch and a beer, she had the whole lot panting with lust, their eyes almost jumping from their sockets every time the stretching revealed also the sexy G-string. I think she knew exactly what she was doing, because when she came into the kitchen later to get something to eat, she looked very satisfied with herself and the world!
I had a nice job now, as Irene was the head chef, but refused to work at night, just doing all the cooking and baking, and they had a young guy and a girl to do the dinner shift, but they only cooked for the pub, while I had to do all the prep and cooking for the restaurant. It was so nice, as I was left to work out and prepare all the special dishes for the week, but we also had some of the other dishes on the menu.
I had also to do breakfast, but I liked that, as I am an early bird, and never ever slept late.
So passed another season, too quickly I felt, but I had to get back to Haarlem, where the rain still stayed away, although my son said that they had one short downpour, which made the grass grow a wee bit, but it was still a serious situation.
But first my annual holiday, and this time we went to Seil island, where you drive over the small bridge on the picture, who span the ocean, the smallest one in the world!
The bit of water under the bridge is really part of the ocean!The other picture shows Liz having lunch in the garden of the cottage we rented at Seil.