Fiona's Quiet Life

All Togged Up

Well it was my own fault . i got a bit too cocky, , i was on a quad bike whizz­ing around the lumpy bumpy Perth­shire hills.….….…Perthshire off road).….….….…the couple of hours were a Christ­mas gift the Christ­mas before last,

I was sup­posed to do it within the year but time passed and i thought i had missed it but the lovely lady in their office gave me an exten­sion, so it being him upstairs’s birth­day and the sea­plane .….……we were going to go to Oban by it today.…..the sea­plane was off for main­ten­ance, so i said why not come quad bik­ing with me as it isn’t really a thing you can do on your own. he thought it a great idea and off we went. that pic­ture is me partly togged up, hel­met and goggles were added,

and off i went.….….….…i was going great guns till sud­denly i zoomed up a scree slope and needed to turn sharply at the top on a side­ways slope. well over i went and over me the bike went. OUCH !!.….…..my ankle looks very odd, but it didn’t stop me get­ting back on and doing another hour„excellent fun.

It’s White!

so it was then lunch time , i know a nice place in Blair­gowrie said i so off we went, showed him the fam­ous beech hedge on the way.….….….…it was a beau­ti­ful day.….….the lunch place 

turned out to be not as good as i remembered, we were too late for lunch but could have soup and sand­wiches, except the soup was fin­ished , and she brought the wrong sandwiches.…and she swore the white bread was brown, …it was so bad as to be good fun.

White or brown, she said these were brown bread

him upstairs then jogged along to Don­ald Caril’s leap while i sat and kept my foot still, tak­ing a few pho­tos of seagulls.….……him upstairs has been put off seagulls by a badly placed one in some­bod­ies pho­to­graph so i thought i would add to his phobia.

Snow­ball

it was sill a lovely day so , where shall we go now says he, the devil’s elbow says i, OK says he and off we go, hav­ing bought paracetamol for me. we nipped along to alyth hav­ing missed our turn­ing but that was lucky because i had some­thing to post to Wash­ing­ton and had been hop­ing to see a post office, we just caught the post and saw the par­cel go off in the wee red van.

Well the devil’s elbow isn’t there any more.….…..i ask you, …move away from a place and forty years later things arnt the same.

but the drive to brae­mar through the cairngorms national park was mag­ni­fi­cent, he even got me a snow ball , which i used a a com­press .….……and the weather was so good we had the top of the car down so got the fresh air , sun­shine and bird­song.

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