Our original plan was to return home on Monday but we don’t have to be home until Tuesday. So, Francine asked if we could stay on an extra day. Regrettably this wasn’t possible since all five pitches were booked. So,…
Our original plan was to return home on Monday but we don’t have to be home until Tuesday. So, Francine asked if we could stay on an extra day. Regrettably this wasn’t possible since all five pitches were booked. So,…
At long last, a relatively windless day with a majority vote for clear blue sky was forecast. What a relief; what an unmitigated joy – except for the fact that Francine had set her alarm for 5:00 AM to keep…
After re-pitching Guillaume to face into the wind in the middle of last night, hopefully without disturbing too many of our neighbours, we finally got some sleep after 3:00 AM had disappeared behind the advancing hands of the clock. The…
The Caravan Club site at Edinburgh is located north of the city very close to, all but on, the southern shore of the Firth of Forth. Very close to the firth it may be but visible the firth isn’t, regrettably,…
The day had arrived, Francine’s niece’s wedding day, the day that led us into this Scottish voyage of discovery. Staggeringly, after the day’s opening couple of showers – 100% record of wet days in Scotland maintained – something peculiar and,…
The most important point to make about today is that the sky was a very strange colour this morning. I have a distant memory, from before we crossed the border into Scotland, that this colour may be referred to as…
I had difficulty sleeping last night. I was overexcited. It was just like one of those halcyon Christmas eve nights spent as a child being unable to sleep waiting for Santa Claus to make his unlikely entry down the chimney,…
As Guillaume’s very pleasant Scottish neighbours, the ones from Perth who added to the weight of opinion that Fort Dump was a William [:)], were packing to leave for home today, there was a glimmer of hope; I spotted a…
‘T was a reasonable morning in our adjusted reality – it wasn’t actually raining, though it looked as if it might at any moment. We needed a shopping visit so we could make a paella for Francine’s old college friend…
In my parlance, a good day is one with clear blue skies and, assuming summer, a warm temperature in the mid-20s centigrade. A quite nice day would be a dry day with scattered cloud and sunny intervals with a consequently…
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