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Well, we decided to try something different today - with mixed results. We had decided that we wanted to experience a Highland Games while here in Scotland. It was kind of a turkey shoot as to which one to go to - but Perth fit the date and bragged well about itself on-line!!
To get there on time for the events to begin, we had to forego the train at the beginning of the day (no early trains on Sunday) and take an Intercity Coach. All the ...
... spent much time there in their childhood.
Glamis has a couple of good ghost stories - always fun to hear. It has beautiful Italian Garden - different, in its own way, from the other gardens we have seen. It had one set of flowers that interested us both. See photo - can you identify it? We can't.
And did I mention Ron's falling in love with the hairy cow? (a.k.a. Highland Cow). Well, we finally ...
... Andy took the first shift driving, Dunc did the middle leg and Nick got us in to Leicester. Paul was given the responsibly of the last leg navigation and it seems he may have turned a corner with his navigation skills. Only a couple of minor errors, nothing too major and well we made it The team all really shattered, it's been a big two weeks. Had dinner at the restaurant at the ...
... was back there so I stumbled back down the moving bus and sat down in the middle.
I tried to get comfy but I was hard but I dozed of and woke up in Perth before falling back to sleep and waking up about 15min out of Glasgow. It was raining which was gross. Got to Glasgow bus station and got out and asked a lady at a desk where to go to catch the otter buses. She said something but didn't really understand her. So I walked outside to see if I could see a bus that ...
... you will understand). However on Saturday evening the appeal
of being single and being able to kiss whoever you liked was made clear.
His name was Andrew, and christ if I had been in Edinburgh and
hadn't had to get up at nine in the morning, he would have been in my
bed. Not only was he bang tidy in the looks department, he was actually
decent at kissing. That feeling of seeing someone who I liked the ...