Spa Break — Itsmosblog - an appetite for Lochaber

Running Girl was looking a wee bit peaky last week. Clarabelle and I analysed the situation and decided she needed a break. She has worked and worked without a holiday for a long time now. I’d just had a month in NZ in the sunshine and Clarabelle is partial to weekends away in her campervan with a city break in a hotel thrown in now and again.
Breaks are not breaks if they’re not the right kind so we hatched a plan that suited our subject……….something that could be fitted in between jobs…..Weather- irrelevant

Something that we could tailor make to her requirements……

She clearly needed pampering and relaxation - at a ‘get away from it all’ destination. Yet one that wasn’t far from home.
Somewhere comfortable but not too comfortable.

Like a cave. Well - an actual cave.

Afternoon tea was 1st on the agenda once we’d got the heating on. And found somewhere to hang our clothes which were dripping from the walk in.

Pampering began in earnest - she only wanted one nail done so that didn’t take too long. I’d opted for something to ease the baggy old eyes.

I was also keen to find a cure to thinning hair which can come with getting older when I find that some of the hair on my head has relocated to my chin.

Apply for as long as you can bear and without being overcome by the worry of creepy wee beasties slipping down your simmit (vest)

As nightfall began creeping in we got the lights turned on.

And had a bite to eat before the next treatment.

We took some time to dry out some items that had got wet on the journey.

This is not as brutal as it looks. It was just to get it dry as it was my hot water bottle.

Clarabelle had brought along something to take 10 years off us…

I thought gravity wasn’t helping so I lay down for my treatment, in the hope that I might look better than them…

With us all looking so shocking, we thought the main good point was that should there be any visitors to the cave, they’d be more frightened than us. In fact, if we enacted a quick sacrifice, it would definitely see off intruders.

We sipped some Jamieson Special Cask whisky to while away the mask time.

Stunning!! An almost Nun-like quality.

Fire gazing was the last item on the agenda before tuck in.

Oh - and supper.

And story telling.

Yoga time.

Spa pool was next on the agenda….

Some consideration was given to the matter. Wind chill was tested, and a wee dauner chosen instead.

Time to head home - after a spa break that had left us smelling like kippers and smiling like cavewomen.

There’s only one boggy area that takes a bit of care…..

Otherwise you can end up quite literally up to your groin in it. One leg completely submerged and the other helplessly stuck at an angle. One friend (a very useful paramedic) able to help (through the giggles) while one makes time to take a photo. I did try to help but ended up in the bog myself. It was a shocker!! What looked solid but damp was a seemingly bottomless pit.

Our girl is made of tough stuff and once she’d recovered from hysterical laughing, we made a safe return to the car.

I’m not sure why their eyes are shut. Is it an ‘ohmnnn’ moment or are they exhausted and relieved?