She has a gift.
If you’d like to see pics of our Scotland/Ireland trip, go here! You can even click on a few of ‘em for a pinch more details.
All a matter of perspective.
Highland games and highland coos. It was a grand day!
One coo was staring at us. Hard. Then it stopped chewing. And when they stop chewing and just stare at you hard, that’s when you know to back away.
Apparently we’ve been approaching fire alarms wrong all this time.
Those of you who’ve been following me closely will know what I mean when I mention chicken & dumplings. This was a chicken & dumplings moment.
Best laid plans.
We got absolutely brilliant, warm, sunshiney weather for 75-80% of our two-week trip. I have the pink nose to prove it.
Also, have a bonus Guinness harp:
Oh, the stories he could tell. And did.
When in doubt and all that.
She likes to give them a challenge.
Go for the afternoon tea reputation, stay for the decadent ladies’ room.
We’re back! I’ll be posting some comic snippets of our Scotland/Ireland adventures (misadventures?), though not necessarily in chronological order. You’ll find them all collected in the Scotland/Ireland tag here, or you can work yourself forward from the first entry here.
In the meantime, we hadn’t even started our trip yet and already we were loopy:
Murder is a popular topic of conversation within these walls.
At least twice now U.S. customs & immigration has sequestered me in a white room while taking away my passport for . . . I don’t know, analysis? Though these days they’re nicer. One time three officers and I spent the too-long background-check time chatting about action movie stars.
(Two of the officers and I expressed patent disapproval for the third officer’s preference.)