I stowed away in Hubby’s suitcase on his business trip. Imagine his surprise when I leapt out of his luggage in Aberdeen, Scotland.
Twenty four hours later, and frankly I am not sure if it is day or night, I have been in a church that is now a pub,a church that is now an antique store, a church that is a restaurant, I’ve even been in a church that is a church. I have seen four castles, a college, been to four pubs, eaten haggis with bashed neeps and mashed tatties and Cullen skink soup, wandered through several cemeteries, been to two distilleries, eight fishing villages, almost been run over by a car (my fault and no harm done), seen a scad zillion sheep, some beasties, seals and a pheasant almost went through the windshield. I have been up the River Dee and down the River Don or possibly just up the creek.
Below a photo sampling of my day…or night. I have a new mantra which I have shared with some of you. There will be lots of time for sleep in the nursing home. For now enjoy a wee glimpse. Stories to follow.
Have you experienced any of the above….in Scotland or anywhere else for that matter?