I had made the decision that each Sunday was going to be spent not prepping, or shopping, or sorting, or cleaning; but exploring – a different excursion each week. We’ve done harbours, beaches, and a prehistoric village so far. But the thought of getting in that car again after yesterday’s 10-hour journey; well, it just wasn’t on. So Scout & I went for a 2 hour walk through the town. Up and down every alley, lane, close, wynd, loan, and walkway. We found quaint little gardens, shops with handcrafted jewelry, a store that actually sells bulk food from a dispenser instead of the miles and miles of plastic I see at the major supermarkets, and, as we were walking down one twisty little alley, I heard bagpipes! Well, that’s it. I hope we haven’t peaked too soon: I mean, can it get any more Scottish than that? I never saw the piper, I don’t know where he/she was playing, but as we strolled through cobbled lanes, we were serenaded by the pipes. Och, aye.
I hope you hear lots of bagpipes. My dad was a piper with the 48th highlanders for most of his (and my life). When I was young and he would tune them on a Saturday at 7 am before the Highland games, I wanted to choose them with a chainsaw lol. Now whenever I hear bagpipes it fills me with so many wonderful memories. There is no better sound than bagpipes in the distance.
Enjoy! and I know I haven’t commented before but I really enjoy your blog.
Cheers
Kerri
It’s the phrase ‘in the distance’ that’s key.
I sure laughed when you stated you hoped you hadn’t peaked too soon 🙂