En route yesterday to visit a very special friend in Dunoon, Gail and I stopped for a break in the wee town of Aberfeldy. We went for a stroll down to the handsome old bridge, where Gail asked me to "pose nicely please Bertie" (in exchange for a venison nibble) and said something about a wade.
It was a horribly hot day. At least I think 26°C is hot, even if my more southerly located friends would disagree. So I needed no second invitation to wade into the clean and cooling waters of the River Tay.
Can you believe that when I clambered back onto the bank I was berated for being a "historical ignoramus"?
Apparently Gail had been trying to tell me that the bridge was built by General Wade, and had not at all intended that I go for a paddle.
If any of my readers want to know a bit more about this Wade chappie and his bridge and road building exploits in the 1700's, you can click
here.
Meanwhile, I am looking forward to a few days of being spoiled by my favourite
Aunty.
