I spent the better part of the week in this lovely room (now occupied by an Australian cricketeer called Luke who is MASSIVE, musclewise)
with THIS Gentleman, who, for some reason or other, KEPT ON MENTIONING THE WAR!!!
We undertook a trip to the Highlands with this here young fella (Ian is the name), who was very pleased about having lit the self-lighting barbecue.
We went to Findhorn to watch a very good play in the theatre of the local and well known Hippy-Commune and after that had a barbecue on the beach at night.
We then proceeded to a remote carpark near Aviemore, that boasted not only beautiful landscapes, but also a sign saying "No overnight parking or camping".
We parked overnight and camped there. This is the view from my luxurious room to that of the boys (yesyes, yaaw, I slept in the spacious comfiness of a Vauxhall Vectra Estate, but how that came to be is a different story):
And in the morning, I had breakfast on the shores of the rivulet:
Apart from that, Edinburgh is pretty much still the same: the Crags are where they used to be,
Scotts Monument; still there,
Portobello; the same, apart from the toxic sewage that got into the sea and contaminated the Estuary,
The Mound and castlehill: yep, still there,
The Meadows and Arthur's Seat: check (although they look a bit jepanese right now),
Roslyn and the Pentlands: lovely as ever.
And now, I am going to indulge in the packs of Tunnocks Caramel Wafers and McVitie's chocolate digestives I brought, and apart from that, probably sleep until June...
10-4 for now,
FF
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