Hello. I'm back. I knew I should have gone for two weeks.
I've been here (the cottage on the right),
which I'm sure would be some people's idea of holiday hell. It's in the middle of nowhere, three miles from the nearest village (a few houses, and a shop that doesn't sell much) and twenty miles from the nearest town (which is more like a village). The building on the left is the ruined shell of a gothic mansion house, and is incredibly spooky at dusk. If you follow the track around Castle McDracula, for a quarter of a mile you reach a beautiful little loch. You should really get yourself up there, it's stunning.
We had a great time. we saw red squirrels, mutant hares the size of dogs, tame robins and game birds, wild deer and very, very few people. Unlike England, you actually have the right to walk on this land AND are free to boat and swim in the rivers and lochs.
I took the evil hounds of hell for a walk, on my return home across an English 'public' footpath. That is a four foot wide fenced off muddy track in what used to be public access countryside, until someone got greedy and sold the land so that Jocasta can keep her bloody pony and practice her bloody gymkhana in private. BAH!
Anyway, I'd say it's good to be back. But it isn't.