Peek-a-Boo.

Mrs TD had the urge to visit the Kelpies at Falkirk but, unfortunately, my sat-nav is too old to know about either the sculptures or the new roads leading to them. For such monumental structures, they are not easily visible on the approach while being a major distraction to rubber-necked drivers passing by on the motorway. An added problem is that Falkirk Council have not seen fit to put up signage to aid the tourist arriving from afar. We gave up and went to see the Falkirk Wheel, and even had a shot on it.

The blip is looking back at Roughcastle Tunnel, as the boat approached the wheel on the return trip; the young lady in picture is trying to photograph the view of the Firth of Forth in front of us. Normally, when something surprising appears in my viewfinder I freeze, today, I had the presence of mind to press the button; it's not the sharpest picture ever taken, but bearing in mind it was blowing a rather wet hoolie, it will do. The information desk had maps to find the way to the nearest signpost pointing to the Kelpies and was well practiced at highlighting the way. These signs are apparently intended for use by the locals (who should know the way without assistance) and start from near the town centre. Even then there are some ambiguities: arrows pointing straight ahead when the options are to bear either to the left or the right and that sort of thing.

After a light lunch we duly made our way to the megaliths where we crossed Mhairi's palm with silver and went on a very wet guided tour. The lady in question had the strident voice necessary to be heard above the wind and took great delight in explaining to small children that these mythical beasts are alive and well, and that their favourite food is - small children. In spite of the weather, I had some satisfactory photos, and also the desire to visit at night when they are illuminated.

So that’s two more items ticked off Herself’s bucket list.