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... for almost two weeks - it is a diesel Fiat 500 with only 5,000+ miles on the clock. We left Edinburgh and travelled north over the Forth Bridge towards Inverness. We loved the changing scenery and the roads were definitely in better condition than in Tasmania. We had to stop a few times on the way because of road works plus we had two stops to get out, walk around and stretch. The distance to Inverness was about 155 miles (approximately ...
... military tradition did survive, as they were welcomed into the British army. And helped Britain become a dominant world power over the next century. But many Scottish also immigrated to North America as well, in particular Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia (literally, "New Scotland").
So after the museum, we went outside to walk the Culloden Battlefield. It was raining, for the first time on our trip, and I was glad to have my big golf umbrella from St. Andrews. ...
... back to town before going to the end point of a walk that Johanna had almost but not quite finished a few days earlier.
Did I mention that we had wonderful timing today? Other than the dolphins...we got to every bus stop around 1 minute before each bus.
When we got home we treated ourselves to not-quite-cooked risotto with mushrooms. The things that become special!!
Apologies to those of you waiting with bated breath for the next post. What does bated breath mean anyway? Or is it baited breath? Or is that what you get from eating too many prawns? Enough gibberish. Further proof of my lack of mental faculties was provided to me this morning. It's a longish story so pull up a comfy chair. I needed to organise transport from Luton Airport back to London after my Scottish adventures. I was spending the evening with my ...
... We reach the platform. I check the board. I say, “Oh, Aberdeen 17.31 – it’s on the other side.”
A woman overhears me.
Alison, quite startled by the unexpected outcry and ensuing cacophony of sobs and curses, promptly runs back to the car and zips off in a vain attempt to pick up the flowers and return to the station in time.
Meanwhile, everyone is staring at the crumpled heap ...