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... basically a graveyard, but a very huge one with lots of tombs and mausoleums. It also sits high on a hill where you can see the city. Was a bit dark to take city shots, but got a few good ones of the graves (which does feel a bit creepy). Anyway there are some pics to look at, will see a fair more tomorrow I hope. Glad to be having 2 nights in the one place! Off for some dinner...this was post was longer than originally ...
... legend. This loch is not as big as Loch Ness though still 200m deep. It is freshwater and surrounded by native trees and been re forested after originals been chopped down used for housing and industry. An hour cruise in misty weather. Arrived in wet Glasgow at 5.30pm doing a city tour on arrival where the Commonwealth Games just concluded. A big bus day but no castles, cathedrals or churches just battle fields and drizzly ...
... a friend was joining too. Another Glaswegian for me to know! But now I had 2 levels of knowness and I don’t usually have
many of those. I usually either know everyone or no-one. Oh well.Arriving on one of those tiny skateboard things, was Barney.But he was not getting his jacket back. No way. I was frozen
and soaked.We went for coffee, and talked about music and such and it
... in Indonesia all the way to my house in Scotland, to which came the surprising response, “Oh, is that for the Paralympics?”
All those hours after I had glared at the donkey-horse on Gili Trawangan, I was walking through the leafy suburb of Giffnock, seven miles south of Glasgow, my sister having gone to school and my parents to work.
I let myself in and, at ten past eight on that Monday morning, it was all over.
... best of all the red kilt and matching knee high socks. That was the best porage I ever tasted! This reminds me of the TV show Reena told me about. It was a porridge making contest. Seriously. The best tasting gruel wins. But, in the process, if anyone is caught stirring counterclockwise, they are disqualified. So that is the secret!
Thus fortified with oats made with butter and salt and eaten with milk and sugar, Donna and I took off for our daily walk to the Callanish ...