“How do we know you’re in Scotland?” emailed one cynical WNP visitor this week, “How do we know you’re not still in Australia and just being really lazy about updating?”
Indeed, how do we know? I keep forgetting myself, except that I keep saying “wee” all the time and I’m beginning to think lard is one of the five food groups.
There’s a heap of photos to post that may serve as proof that I’m not in Oz (or proof of an elaborate hoax). I still haven’t got the bastards organised. In the meantime, here’s a sample.
A sliver of sexy Scotland, taken somewhere or other as we headed up into the Highlands.
A hairy cow with hair colour eerily similar to my own
A dog in Frankfurt giving me the stink eye
A dog in North Berwick giving me the stink eye. He only had one eye. And check out the lady in the back. She is giving the stinkiest eye of all.