If it’s not Scottish, it’s crap!

I had a lovely, sun-kissed weekend at the Seaside Highland Games, made new friends, got the women’s sash for St. Andrew’s (which I recently joined), tried sausage rolled and Welsh cakes, learned history, got a lot of great hugs from strangers, and loved catching the sunset.

On the train platform, I met an elderly lady, Jan, who was only there to walk for exercise and chat. She told me her time was coming soon. I asked how she felt about that. “Relief.” We hugged for a long time and I gave her two pecks on the forehead. I said I was happy for her because she’ll finally be free and wished her a good trip (death).