I love cows of all sizes and shapes (as you'll see from the pics in this blog), so I couldn't resist taking a photo of this Highland fellow. Check out the mist in the background - and the green grass!
Just another local...what this photo doesn't show is the busking hat so all the tourists can drop in a couple of quid to have their photo taken with him. Very enterprising.
A self-catered lunch by a lovely little stream (behind a petrol station and 7-11!)
A lad and a lassie checking out Loch Ness. If you squint you can see Nessie in the background...
A really pretty stream in Northern Scotland.
Picking and eating wild blueberries in Scotland. Very tasty...as you can tell by Tony's blue grin.
On a rainy Sunday we drove out to St Andrews to see the region that my Grandfather was born in. It was a cold, wet and windy day - perfect for enjoying a hot tasty treat in the car. The fish and chips were DIVINE! Best ever.
One very wet Jen on the outskirts of the little town my Grandfather was born in. I just wish he was still around so I could tell him all about it.
Tony and I traipsed through the cemetery in St Andrews looking for family headstones. We found a whole stack of recognisable names, but hit the jackpot with these two. The little stone one beside me was very hard to read - it's the headstone for my great-great-great grandfather (is that right, Mum?). Buried in the 1800s. And the reddish-coloured one beside is his son (my great-great-great uncle). This was a surprisingly fun afternoon - the cold, late afternoon rain and grey skies just added to the mood. We warmed up with a hot meal in the local pub.
1 comment:
think so jen. do know he was a long time ago.
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