Sunday 24 August 2025

We are planning a lazy day today. A bit of a walk around and a beverage sort of thing. Catch upon phone calls back home. That sort of stuff. In the afternoon, after a long boring walk, we found a pub for a twinkle and a Guinness. Then back to our own hotel. There is one young lass in attendance. No one else about but the lights on. She hasn’t done the bar before but seems to know how to pull a beer and can go into the band lounge out the back and get us our gins. The comfortable ladies lounge is all ours, so we open our Tesco crisps, have a couple of gins and watch the world piping championships on the telly. We are in Scotland.

For dinner, we like those canny Scots, have decided to have some hot smoked salmon over our salads from Tesco, in our room. So, Flashy askes said lass if she has a wine list. Thinking that a nice bottle of wine might be good with dinner. She says “I’ll go and see what’s in the cupboard.” Apparently, they don’t sell much wine. 

She comes back with a hand written list. There are three whites one Rose and no reds. OK then, I’ll have the Rose. Back comes an airline plastic 150 ml bottle. Oh dear! Well, Flashy says he’ll have two. Before he can yell out to her, she’s poured them into glasses. Now he’ll have to negotiate the 20 stairs to the room carrying two full glasses, plus his hat, coat and scarf. Lady P thinks we are in a Monty Python movie! Flashy thinks she’s right.