The Proclaimers are a famous Fife band. They walked five hundred miles. I have done a bit of that today. I walked into town for food, baccy and came back with a bottle of campanology.
I saw Rosemarie yesterday and they want to sneak off from their farm and the campsite so asked if I could feed Dozer the dog, the hens and watch the barley growing.
I have enjoyed a life of solitude here but now I have four neighbours so will no doubt have to become an ablution cleaner as well. The dogs think all their birthdays have come at once; six dogs, seven including Dozer, all to run amok with; Dozer isn’t into running.. I forget bank holiday weekends. The dogs here are great but there is a year old Alsatian/ Collie/summat that had a go at the hens. It is only a pup and needs to be told; it’s mum said, as I caught it by the scruff of it’s neck and said bad dog and slapped it’s bum hard, leave him alone he’s only a puppy…. Nowt I could say….I’m in charge here and didn’t think ‘Daft Totty’ as a retort was good for PR. I bet a pound to a shilling she is the one that can’t hit the hole in the kazi. There is always one with a sphincter like a muck spreader.
We set off on our hundredth of five hundred miles.
The white wall is our destination. An ATM for my rent, and behind that all manner of things like bread and potatoes and apples and cheeses and Bells and baccy. It is like paradise in there but the wild garlic is free and has a wonderful taste rabbit is great and free but they do get a funny taste when they are lactating; happen they are out of season.
There is little town planning in Scotland in fact little planning at all but I have tried to show the positive side to my five mile walk.
I Wanna Be the worlds best macro snapper whether I’m Gonna be only time will tell.