I’m sitting in the breakfast room at the Dover Hotel, listening to the family across from me talk. When they first came in, I thought they were speaking another language. But as my coffee kicks in and I get used to them, I’m realizing that they’re just speaking in a very heavy Scottish brogue.
From the accent, I think they’re probably from around Inverness. Somewhere far in the north of Scotland. They seem very nice, but I’m hesitant to talk to them. I can only catch every fourth word or so.
Wow. I’ve heard some accents here, but that was something else.
The breakfast here is very nice. When you come in, the ladies in the kitchen bring out a plate of toast, and there’s butter and jam on the table already. Black currant jam, raspberry jam, and orange marmalade. There are also cups of yogurt. Then there’s a juice machine and a coffee machine and four types of cereal with milk.
No protein. That could be a problem.
I didn’t bring the room key out with me, so I’m just going to sit until one of the others comes out. They were all snoozing when I got up, but I didn’t want to wake anyone up with my blogging.
Just noticed. There’s an embossed copper portrait on the back wall of a lion attacking and killing an antelope. Kind of an interesting thing to have in a breakfast room. I guess the lion is eating….. so it’s relevant.
The radio in the kitchen is playing some kind of music, but it’s not EuroPop. I actually think it sounds American. Like Country music. I’ve heard Taylor Swift, and I’m pretty sure it’s playing Rascal Flatts now.
Anyway, that was a good breakfast. I’m thoroughly pleased with this little hotel.