the isle of plenty (31)

yes last year i went to this extreme place in the scottish outback.

The holiday brochure said it was a pl;ace to relax a place were your worries would vanish
When i arrived by hrse and cart as motor vehicles were banned. The sky was overshadowed by a storm coming in.
. The place we were staying was a broken down. old farm house.

There was no electricity. only gas mantels for light. And candles.


It was so bleak. it must of been used by Charles dickens when he wrote some of his stories..

As i approached the house . A little old lady appeared. She spoke with a celti accent very hard for me to understand

She said there is a storm on its way. Ill have to gather wood for the fire.
She said she would have to charge us £10 for the wood.

I said do you take plastic. She replied Nooo it wont burn to good.
As the nite wore On . The fire began to start to go out

The little old wman said that it.ll cost another £10 for more wood


As the nite grew dark i asked for a candle. The little old lady muttered that .ll cost you £2.50.

Id already spent £20 on the fire. My money was certainly going up in smoke. .. She explained that EVERYTHING was brought in from the mainland.
Even the oilet paper came at a cost.. 10 pence a sheet. I knew nw that this was going to be a holiday from hell.
But it was a holiday and i meant to enjoy it.

As i ventured up to bed she asked if i needed another blanket. I said yes please as it was freeezing.


She said with a Grin. tha.ll be £5 . this was impossible. id only been there one nite. I explained that i would have to go to the bank

She replied Auch theres Nooo bank on the isle of plenty.
BUT she said we can take GOLD. i parted with my signet ring and prayed for a good nite sleep/
TO BE CONTINUED

dont stop now i was gettin into that

Get on with it!!!!!

...im intrigued..R.

PART TWO

The following morning i arose During the nite i had.nt slept a wink. The sleet had come thru the loose fitting windows.
The pendulum alarm clock she had lent me. Had chimed all nite with bagpipe music on the hour.
As i reach the down stairs breakfast room. The little old lady stauck a cold plate of porridge in front of me
Saying that if i had arisen much earlier it woud of been warm.

. The cold porridge lumps stuck in my throat. She poured more salt onto the porridge saying it would help it to go down..

I said to here i wanted to go home to liverpool.
AUCH there.ll be no boat for a week. she said. She shout in her Galic accent LIVERPOOL. I said yes

She then remarked that she would have to lock the sheep up at nite.
. giving me a grimace and spitting on the sawdust floor.
I got the feeling that she did.nt like me.
i wondered if i should ask her about the local entertainment.

I waited a while till she composed herself and put the shot gun back in the cupboard

By this time she was remindng me of PSYCHO.s mother.

. Finally i got around to asking her about the local entertainment

. Her eyes lit up as she told me that . tonite there would be a KAYLI.
By this time i was wondering how much this would cost me.

AUCH Noooo its FREE. It.ll be at Jock Mc Donald house.

But be careful of the moorlands as you go there. .
Its full of swamps.

But take the Donkey with you. He knows the way.

My heart lit up as the old lady told me there would be DANCING. DRINKING and plenty of LOVE MAKING

The holiday now tooki a turn for the better
That nite as i approached Jock Mc Donalds house. i wondered if i was at the right place.. Seeing the Donkey nodded its head i settled down a bit.
As i knocked on the door a large figure opened the door.


Auch yer the man from Liverpool. Yes i said.

Come in Come in he said..
I told him that i was told by the old woman . That there would be a KAYLI that nite

Plenty of DANCING DRINKING and love making.


AUCH iye he said. We wont be disturbed there only the two of US

To BE continued

Wicked..