Showing posts with label Irn Bru. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Irn Bru. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 July 2019

On the way to Torridon

Is it right that I should be tied up outside the baker's shop in Nairn...

...when I could be in there helping Gail with her cake selection...?

Tuesday, 9 September 2014

I can't believe she didn't buy me some...

...of these sausages.

Yes, that's right, Gail looked inside the meat cabinet in the farm shop, took a photo and then came home with just blue cheese and yoghurt.

Tragic.

Oh, and I guess you would like to see a few pictures from my weekend walk up Craigendarroch, a steep wee hill just outside Ballater.



Looking beyond Ballater to the Balmoral estate, where the Queen too must be fretting about the future of her realm.