Nearly there

Hiya
In the run-up to my move away from Oban – yes, I'm turning my back on this pretty little town at the edge of the world, to go and live a few miles south in what I very seriously hope to be a much quieter, more peaceful area. The village is Kilmore (Big Church). It's at the mouth of the river that comes out of Loch Nell and is where some of the dead kings of prehistoric Scotland would have been put on a boat to Iona after being hauled across the land in their coffins. At least that's how I understand the significance of the many, many traces of prehistoricman's existence in the area. For example, at the entrance to Glen Lonan, just up from Loch Nell, there's a magnificent standing stone and a small stone circle. They clearly stand guard.
However, I've not had time to go out much these days but have been sorting through (some of) my things, packing and organising – what a lot of stuff I have! and how much of it has accumulated over the past two-and-a-half years! Amazing.
Now I'm nearly ready, with only my bathroom things needing to be packed in the last couple of boxes, and, early tomorrow morning, my bed made ready for when the movers come at 9am.
I've nearly run out of boxes so there will be more that I'll move in the course of next week, things I want to look through while waiting for workmen to come in and do their bit.

I'm fine, but knackered, absolutely knackered. So, time for a photo taken recently, and then a quick jaunt to the shops and something to eat. And, hopefully, an early night – not necessarily my altogether last one here but certainly my last one here in a comfy bed.

Hoorrray! After a summer of looking distinctly bedraggled, this raspberry plant has made a few fruit and, in the past couple of weeks, despite some dismal weather, they've grown nearly ripe. But there was a fierce frost this morning, so it's probably going to wither and die. A lot of time and money went into this in the hope for fresh berries and fewer plastic punnets from the shops. Ah well, maybe next year.