My newly acquired holiday spirit continued to make up for lost time today.
Holly drove us to the Trossachs in a little red tractor. There was gadding about, the viewing of views, drinking of cuppas and generally a rather nice time. The sky was clear and the air was chilled, but the three of us were well wrapped up.
It’s always interesting to note just how closed Scotland is over the winter months, I do maintain that we should have a new sign at the border “Welcome to Scotland, Ye’ll have had yer tea…”. The open places to eat and peruse woollen goods are jumping, the closed shops’ windows are all nose and finger prints from eager and disappointed shoppers.
It was a fine drive back through familiar but lovely countryside. So many hills, none very big (not they’re worried). So few concentrations of habitation, and so close to Glasgow.
Tonight we even saw the sun setting. Quite bouyant as I sit here with a cuppa planning what to do next.