The photo was taken at David Stirling’s memorial on the Hill of Row – pronounced roo – on 1st Sept.
Must admit I’m missing my plastic warrior which is still with the Honda agents having some errant bodywork fixed.
No worries … so long as I have her back by Spring 🧐 —
The ‘B’ road across the moors between Braco and Comrie follows the contours for good reason —
The grassy sward between the camera and the road may look benign but there is a deep and wide drainage channel over there with it’s dark and turgid waters difficult to gauge. Elsewhere it’s easy with the waters laying on top in places —
But cut through the surface vegetation as some poor sod did with his quad bike —
and it’s a different story —
In fact – according to Loki —
the bike is still down there — 🧐
After a night on the tiles —
‘I didn’t get in till six .. I just want to SLEE-EP!’
😄
Another pic from yesterday’s walk —
At 30054 ft in height – Ben Chonzie- which lies about four miles as the crow flies north of our house just makes it into the Munro territory reserved for mountains in Scotland over 3000ft.
I have never climbed it and now with my right knee joint worn to ‘bone-on-bone’ and the big 80 years on this planet just round the corner – I very much doubt I ever will —
No worries — I climbed my own ‘Munro’ yesterday —
And the views down to that River were so much better than I had expected 😃
I walked all the way over the moors earlier today and can’t remember spotting a bird. I understand there was shooting elsewhere on the estate in the morning so perhaps they were just laying low —
Question is —
What kind of bird left these colourful droppings behind?
Like most people who ate more than was good for them at Christmas —
I feel the need to walk it off —
Don’t know what Fiona at Braco Cafe puts in her coffee but there was no stopping me today —
Loki n I found a rare place to park on the roadside —
and we were off across the moors like a couple of jack rabbits —
Or at least one of us was —
but I had no excuse while wearing my German built size twelve boots which I had eventually found hiding in a cupboard after weeks of searching —
I have had the urge to walk the couple of rough miles in the hope of seeing the river on the far side of the moor —
and today —
I managed it —
fueled by two cups of Fiona’s coffee and a bacon butty —
Loki makes a good depth guage and I could have crossed there with him —-
but ever mindful of the return trudge I decided we had gone far enough and turned for home —
Who put that light on?
I’ve been out all night —
and don’t want to play with this stoopid flashing bally thing !
Wanna see wot I got?
And the ijit still hasn’t found the ‘selfie’ switch on his Nokia XR20
Natty bandana you got from your sister-in-law though — nice!
And some poor soul left his van behind on Christmas Eve and had to wait three days to have it lifted back over the fence 🧐
Far from home – is a well kept memorial for two young men who lost their lives when their Tornado jet fighter plane clipped the hillside and went down – Sept 1994 —
The walking stick is mine – it was slippery underfoot up there today —
No matter what 2022 may throw at us we managed full plates for Christmas ’21 —
I had a free hand this year and went for a large gammon joint with crackling plus a maple syrup and bourbon glaze —
Here she is – out for a peep only halfway through it’s two and half hour cooking time —
But it still had over an hour to go at reduced heat —
M-mmm — I just realised I forgot to cook the Brussel sprouts – they are still in the fridge 🧐
But if Helen noticed – she was kind enough not to mention it 😀 —
Goes to show how hard it is to keep up with my missus when she is in ‘artiste’ mode —
Even a colour blind ijit like me can see it’s a riot!
givitsum-from-a-distance 