Scottish Road Trip

I am back from Bonnie Scotland. It was indeed bonnie it was also pretty windy, the first day we couldn't go out for a walk, I am only little and very nearly blew away. I think Scotland might be edging above Wales in the UK mini break ranks.

We did a lot of driving, 711 miles of driving to be exact. There is so much amazing country side to look at, perfect for the non-driver, I may have taken one too many pictures as we whizzed along the lanes. In a break from tradition we even got out of the car once or twice, something which is practically unheard of on our drives, we explored the ruins of Dunure Castle and got all Burns'd out in his cottage, on the Brig O'Doon and in a Visitor's Centre. Oh and we went to Electric Brae which I refuse to believe is an optical illusion, we definitely definitely were rolling up hill, it's all witchcraft and magnets and I won't hear any other explanation.

From the west coast to the east coast, down the most fun road of the trip, straight, not a single other car around for miles, a few hills, perfect. Edinburgh was lovely even if the castle did smell of corned beef hash. Did a ghost walk in the vaults under the South Bridge, no ghosts, perhaps they were eating corned beef hash somewhere in the castle. Oh and Russell Brand, the reason we went to Edinburgh, was terribly funny.

Navigation central (my office when we go on a drive) got messy owing to the two maps, and 15 pages of printed directions. To my eternal relief I got us around just fine and we avoided any "I did say turn left there you know" type domestics, hurrah. Also, in spite of some terribly complicated Edinburgh roadworks to find the Tempting Tattie, just because Richard Herring says they have nice potatoes, they do, I had some of Mr T's.

We bought a lot of fudge, about 2kg, a week later and there's an awful lot in the kitchen still. I think Mr T is going to end up in a diabetic coma. Perhaps I shouldn't have encouraged him to buy so much. But then some of it was made on the HMY Britannia and was buy one get one free, it would've been rude not to something which I think Mr T's arteries would disagree with. I sat somewhere the Queen may well have sat on the yacht, terribly exciting.

So, the holiday was a very welcome break having spent the previous three weeks visiting my Nan in hospital every evening. We came home to go to her funeral. Not such a great ending to the holiday.

I feel I ought to waffle on more about the things we saw and did in Scotland but I don't think there's much else to say. Except perhaps how brilliant it was to go to Services with ducks wandering round there. It doesn't take much to please me.

Now I am counting down to the next one, or at least I will be just as soon as my boss comes back to work from the holiday he's on this week and starts calling me Bobby Sands again.