This weekend I…
- was picked up at Ingliston Park & Ride for a weekend trip to Pitlochry with Neil, Brian, and Carene
- got a wee bit lost by ending up in Perth first, but got to our guest house, Carra Beag, at 8pm (methinks Brian, the owner, was a bit annoyed at us turning up just at the start of a Rugby World Cup match)
- had mussels for dinner at Victoria’s
- had a drink at a small pub that played country music near the loch (Drummonds, I think it was called)
- had eggs, bacon, tomato, and a tattie scone for breakfast (and one piece of toast and multiple glasses of orange juice and milk and a pot of tea)
- walked through the woods to Edradour distillery for the free tour (it’s so nice the novelty hasn’t worn off yet, plus I wanted another bottle of their cream liqueur) and tried the Tokaji whisky (and re-affirmed my long-held dislike of whisky)
- walked through the woods and a field containing Black Castle and cows (avoiding cow poo) to Moulin for a quick lunch at Moulin Inn (not impressed, unfortunately)
- walked back to Pitlochry and had a nap before dinner
- had dinner at Spice of India (where the Balti was too hot for me but the garlic dhal was great, and Neil ordered the hottest thing on the menu, the chicken phaal, and we have been waiting for the phaal-out ever since)
- went to the Kingfisher bar for a few drinks and saw the band (a group called Shamanic, they’re a cover band)
- woke early enough to have the full Scottish breakfast (bacon, sausages, eggs, tomato, fried bread, haggis, black pudding, baked beans), though I couldn’t clear the plate (but still managed a pot of tea, two glasses of orange juice, and a glass of milk!)
- went back to the Soldier’s Leap at Killiecrankie (this time we walked / climbed down to the rocks where the soldier made the leap instead of just viewing it from above)
- headed off to Dunkeld for another view of the cathedral (had breaded and fried mushrooms for a snack / lunch)
- met up with Kevin so Brian and Kevin could do the Sphere thing (they get in a big rubber ball and are bounced / rolled down a hill) just outside Dunkeld
- took the long way home (by accident)
- had a pizza for dinner
- had no sympathy for Neil who was depressed the weekend was over (I got used to it, he’s gonna have to!)
Comments
Is this long post an effort to make up for the recent lack of output?
I would love to have a break like what you described… sounds like fun (especially annoying a scottish rugby fan!)
Some of us have jobs that keep us busy all day… *meow*
Reading books is a job?
Try prentending to fix aeroplanes like I do! Do you know how hard it is to make Quality look effective in this country!!
Unfortunately, reading of books is not part of the job, it’s homework!
what a bloody brilliant sounding weekend. What is a Tattie Scone? And when can I move to Scotland and become your neighbour (I could drink the whiskey you spurn!)???
Potato scone, Boo. A potato pancake, I think? Quite nice warmed. And, yes, you could become our neighbour!
I guess Neil calls them “scooones”, but how do you pronounce it…
ScOne (snobby long O) or Skon (peasant like proper way)? and Cassel or Ca’r’stle…
The age old question…
(sorry it’s a boring Sunday morning and we just got bundled out of the world cup by bloody England!)
Sc-oh-ne, is how I say it.
Oh dear. We’ve not been watching the world cup here.
It’s ok Scotland lost too (but they did get to the last 8 for a change).
New Zealand was beaten by the French..! We laughed hard at the kiwis, even though we lost too it really didn’t seem to matter for a little while!
Wow! Bertie-Bertrand must be thrilled!
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