I see you have traveled long, my friend, and you are tired, so do not refuse me the privilige of fixing something for us to eat to restore your strength before you go on your way.

I hope you can smell the venison stew even in this rainy, bleak weather. It is Scotland so it rains all the time. When you live here you do become acustomed to it. Grab one of the fur blankets, my friend, so you do not become sick from this cool rain, since you are not yet accustomed to it.

Your bowl of stew is ready, my friend. I threw in some radishes and greens from my garden along with onions and potatos with the meat and into a thickened broth made from the fat and flavor of the juices of the meat.

Here, have a roll too. Eat up, my friend, so your strength may return.

Perhaps my violin will bring you peace. Listen and be comforted.