Bothy Diaries part 2: Furlough

Furlough (who ever used that word before 2020?!) was weird. Being paid to sit at home and do nothing didn’t really sit well with me. Besides with a 5-mile travel limit in place I couldn’t even get out into the hills. Filling the days became a challenge. I knew Kj wouldn’t be sitting on her backside doing nothing, but I didn’t realise that whilst I was baking the odd batch of fairy cakes for the neighbours she was in the process of setting up a pop up bakery and flogging top notch cakes and bread from her doorstep. With lockdown still in place she was keen to deliver treats around Grantown on Spey by bike, especially to people who couldn’t get out because they were shielding. Before long I found myself trundling around the town with a trailer full of cream teas, cakes and still-warm bread. It was brilliant! Living on my own meant lockdown could potentially have been very lonely but just getting out on these delivery runs and chatting to people made a big difference.


There was such a sense of gratefulness from everyone...