romped across perthshire in the name of work today under great big scottish clouds mixed with sun and a keen wind, a good recipe for rosy cheeks.

but rather than blip the beauty of the landscape, i found this and felt compelled to buy it so that i could blip it. it was a toss up between this and the hideous metalwork statue of a woman pushing a pram full of primroses which greets you as you enter pitlochry.

all i ask about this is...what? and why? the contents were pink and fizzy. i did not go near them.

heard tales of planting trees by firing seeds from a canon, of a holy well hidden up a hillside, and soldiers leaping across rocky gorges in fear of their lives.

resorted to a greggs sausage roll for lunch when posh pitlochry was only able to offer knick knack shopping for fishing widows.

was glad to see kids after a night away. they were indifferent. by bedtime we had all got a bit more tired and emotional. soothing away the good mother/bad mother feelings with a glass of wine while mr skatergirl swims.