Humans can be quite a puzzle can't they?
I've just been away for the weekend with Gail and some of her friends. We all stayed at the Hilton Hotel in Coylumbridge, near Aviemore in the Scottish Highlands, for reasons far too boring to explain here.
Gail kept saying "you know Bertie this hotel isn't at all my sort of a place really, too big and busy, and lacking in character."
I thought it was simply fabulous.
The staff on the reception desk were so friendly.
They even gave me special 'doggy welcome pack' containing treats, poo bags and other good stuff.
There was a nice big TV in my bedroom so I could watch the rugby in comfort.
I can't think why Gail groaned when she heard that a 'hen party' from Glasgow were also staying at the hotel that weekend. Well I will admit to some disappointment on learning that a hen party does not involve real live chickens, but when I met chief hen/bride-to-be Kelly (from Dunbeath, not Glasgow, as it happens) I thought she was just lovely and couldn't at all understand Gail's concerns.
Plus there were loads and loads of little humans charging around the hotel, screaming and waving their arms in a most stimulating fashion. Sadly, Gail didn't share in my excitement. In fact, to be frank, she looked a little tense, and kept rushing me outside, exhorting me to enjoy the beauty and tranquillity of the surrounding forests.
Which is where we went for a walk and Gail took this 'team photo' (age range two to very nearly ninety).
|In ascending height: Bertie, Gisèle, Françoise, Hilary, John|
So, yes, I'll concede the walks were fun too, and to be honest I'm glad I did not stop indoors to watch the Scotland rugby team lose to Italy, but oh I do so hope I can persuade Gail to take me for another stay at this wonderful hotel.