Yes it’s me, girl in the north. Away for the weekend for some girly fun staying with Tracey up near Banchory.
So what do you need for a good weekend away?
Scenery helps. Just look at this dramatic waterfall. There were salmon leaping as we watched. Of course I was always snapping the wrong way when the fish erupted from the foam. Tracey was constantly shreiking at me to “look!”, “Quick”, “Catch it”. We have now come to the rather obvious conclusion that even photographic fishing is somewhat beyond me. Robson Green is quite safe with his crown in the extreme fishing dept.
You don’t actually need good weather. As you can see by the sky here, it was, er, changeable to say the least. Aren’t these neds at the side of the road just great. Highland ponies and their Clydesdale friend, how very Scottish.
Don’t you love this sign. Lovely old dry stone walls, characterfull, beautiful.
We were staying in a little log cabin in the woods. It was wonderful.
Apart from the sightseeing and shopping and almost non stop eating on our travels, there was some fabulous socialising with Tracey’s lovely friends who all live in this delightful area. Now there were photos taken on Saturday evening, but alas I didn’t have my camera with me. You will have to take my word for it, our “G in the house” as opposed to the famous “T in the park” being played out down in stirling area was an event not to be missed. Where they had music, booze, throwing up and horrid things like that, we had cocktails, gin and tonic, lots of lovely wine and a fabulous meal. We also had the show on TV so we scored on the music front anyway and saw the best of Cold Play. Morwenna and Elizabeth had actually been there last year and told some hair raising stories. I thought our “G in the house” was far more civilized.
Sunday brought a trip to the seaside of Stone Haven. Seagulls, icecreams, fishing boats, a flea market and some rain and shine.
I left Tracey and started the long drive home. As I whizz down the motorway I see the signs for T in the Park. I remember the grizzly tails of last night. I smile at the memories. I put my foot down and Tigger fairly flies for home.
Yes it has been a lovely weekend. Oh yes you need one more thing for a weekend like this.
A fab friend (and her rather strange birdy friend here) to invite you there in the first place.
Thanks Tracey for a fabulous weekend.