Friday we drove all the way to Lincoln.
Me looking for my inhaler, before walking up a hill. Lincoln is surprisingly hilly, as the rest of the county is very flat.
The day before we set off for the marathon journey we joined the Best of Banffshire and Buchan Bed and Breakfasts for - THE CHRISTMAS LUNCH.
Which went off very well, despite me having someone down for Sea Bass, when they insisted they ordered Duck.
Back to the journey. Apologies for pictures out of synch, I have been away from the internet so long I have forgotten how to do things.
This was on the way back from Lincoln and I felt like doing a Pope and kissing the ground.
Having to endure a budget hotel's idea of providing your guests with a memorable experience, one towel each, just enough coffee/tea/milk and sugar so the guests don't hole up in the room for very long. Oh, and overheat said guests so they get very thirsty and have to go somewhere else to satisfy thirst.
On our return home we found the Summer House roof scattered all over the garden, and oh woe, the telephone wire also in the garden. No phone, no internet, no skype aaargh. Try explaining to someone in Mumbai who doesnt even understand phone lines are attached to poles outside the house and who just keeps on and on that one will have to pay if it is inside the house, and on a mobile phone which frequently cuts out, as we have poor signal here. And then try phoning insurance company and listen to Stradivarius and as soon as you get a human being it cuts out again. I know the we will get you for fraudulant claims dirge by heart.
So - a week after the phone line blew off the telegraph pole it was finally replaced. Seven days without internet. I am extremely twitchy.