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Taylor Diaries
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I can not believe we were
away for just over a month, or that we have been back for a week
desperately catching up on everything that did not matter a week ago.
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a fast start, instead of a week on our own swine flu gave our
holiday a kick start It was bound to happen eventually, for months
and months the media have hyped up the pandemic which is going to
destroy the world. As a result we were sat by our mobiles waiting
for the dreaded news and it came, my phone rang the call from
Hucknall had arrived. A wee lad had wandered into school; he was a
little late and somewhat dazed. As he walked through the gate all
eyes were riveted to his visage, silent panic spread, you could hear
the wings of butterflies as they flew from the playground, then like
an air raid siren screams filled the air then silence, everyone was
gone. It was only Wednesday, the schools had another week to go but
no one dared to venture back into School
consequently Kirsty and Co arrived on the caravan steps a week
early. Seven in a caravan was a little crowded. Meanwhile we had loaded the Disco and headed north the previous day. On reaching Alnwick we pulled into Percy Terrace for a long overdue reunion with Pete and Veronica, after all we hadn't seen |
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them for months, or was it weeks? After our initial greetings we left Veronica madly creating ceramic figures for a consignment destined for Mull and made our way to that most loved and productive piece of real estate, The ‘Lotty’.
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It was rumoured that the Felton Bunny was still hanging around the Lotty but of course we do not believe in such things. We sat in the sunshine, with Pete and chatted, reminisced, philosophised and snacked on the produce of the Lotty, beautiful, sweet raspberries. As the sun passed over the yard arm Veronica appeared having completed her allotted number of figures. The kiln was full and ready for firing tomorrow. On our return to the house Pete produced a wonderful meal which was finished off with the most delicious and beautiful cake you have ever seen; it was not just any cake it had four layers, individually baked in the oven, thick cream divided the layers and strawberries adorned the whole delicious construction. Unfortunately we all dived in and demolishing 3/4s of the cake before ever a camera could record the scene for posterity.
On the morrow we followed the geese north, skirted Edinburgh, then hoved to for a sandwich during the deluge of the month. After driving through Glasgow city centre we came upon the 30 MPH signs which dogged our progress all the way to Girvan. The Open Golf Competition blighted the area making progress very slow and what’s more Tiger Woods didn’t even win!
On reaching the caravan we were most gratified to see that it had not been blown away, nor had the rains caused it to float down the hill, into the sea and off into the sun set. We deposited our gear in the van then headed down to the ‘Flushes’ for Haggis and chips.
As usual the TV didn’t work, we tried moving the dish about but to no avail. Jim told me on Wednesday the Sky man was in the park; he brought his magic meter with him and fixed it.
Friday arrived as did Kirsty and Co. It was a long, hard, hot journey, Kirsty had been to work in the morning but they made it.
Saturday Roddy got on his bike and motored down to see us but his tyre ingested a very long pop-rivet. |
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