MY BIRTHDAY….NO! (28/05/13)

It’s been a peculiar day. Sunny but hellish windy.

The family from hell are still next door….there are three tents worth. They kept me awake till two this morning. I got my own back and opened the van door at four thirty. Shouting, GO DOGS GO! Off they shot barking enough to wake the dead. The stick throwing St Helensite came staggering out and said.

“What the fuck do yooose think yoose is?….. Pishing he fook abowt at? My kids is trying to sleep.”

I did point out I was very tired myself. If on the odd chance you sired them all, I was just balancing the books. You Scowser.

“ Balancing the Fooking Books. I’ll give yoose a bit of balance. WEEZ IS NOT SKOOWERS!”

I came out fine. Told him he was nowt but a second rate Scowser. I said. I know, I’ve still got all six wheels and tyres on the truck and the police haven’t been round.

It gets better……..

He went back to bed and I went for a shower….Nothing wrong with the showers here. They spray hot water at serious pressure…perfect they are. The temperature controls don’t have this new fangled safety thingy so as one becomes acclimatised you can crank up the heat….Brilliant! Now it has to be said that by todays standards the showers are dated. ‘Got the last word from Trip Advisor’. There is only one hook in the cubicle and if you choose to shut the door your clothes get wet. There is a plastic chair in the communal area. I strip off outside and put my stuff on the chair. Can you imagine my shock and horror on exiting to be confronted with a naked Scottish lass……What the fook are yoose dooing in here? She said.

I said.”You should read the signs, you are standing stark naked in our end but I’m happy, if you are?”….It must be my Birthday. It wasn’t but as she’d dropped her clothes on mine I had a really good shower whilst she struggled back into her tracksuit.

Off we went waterfalling. Beyond my capabilities are steep waterfalls these days. The dogs only have little legs so they have to be lifted. This is the waterfall.

     

Not stunning. Hard work though. We came back down to the road and saw a bus….stuck my hand out…It stopped we got on and went the three miles to Kinlochleven.

Kinlochleven is a sad town it used to produce aluminium. That finished donkeys years ago. When the then equivalent of Dithery Dave decided it was cheaper to import.

    It’s got serious water.

   It was nearly green in 1970 when it was shut. This is the mill race. All going to waste. The thick sods build windmills…..beyond me!

    The Post Office. No wonder the Scots want independence. I just hope if they get it then they screw the landlords.

    Here it is. Adrian’s Bluebells. I can’t win them all.

Have fun.