Finishing up Scotland

I was going to 'claim' that I had posted a blog last week and that the 'internet' must have 'lost' it. meh, I cannot even be arsed to lie in digital format. I am a lazy sod, certain?

Scottyland

We went to the isle of Iona (Again, I am not your history teacher, but it all rhymes with Cirst Fristian Bettlement in Sritain (And rhymes quite badly as well)). I have pics of the abbey there but as it is half covered with reconstruction works, I will skip them. There is a golf course that covers the whole of the rather small island with cow patties and the like as natural hazards (How is it that the most important Christian shrine in Britain has a golf course throughout it?).

What a lazy git you are calling me right now, could he not have commented on these pics. Well, there was not so much to say, except that how clever we thought we were climbing where there was no path to the top of hills on the isle...and then find that there was no way down...except through marshy water. Sure, it looks green and pastural but haha, take rubber boots with you (The clue is that you see all the islanders wearing them).

Oh, and it was horribly windy.

Now I include this picture not as it has specific relevance to something we saw, more as a reminder. Now, I am not sure whether to break my silence on this subjet or not, well, who am I kidding, I have already uploaded the pic. You see, as we were driving down a sinlge lane road on Mull towards Iona, there was an incident. A calamity if you will. For my father was drving the SUV which came into contact with a seagull. Now there are a number of points to raise about this issue. Firstly, if anyone recalls, my 'friend' Bowles (Sounds made up, probably does not exist) sent out a list of possilbe traffic infractions that I may have been involved in. And I have hit my fair share of animals (It is Canada after all, deer and rabbit at this point). But come on, a bird? That is cruel (and difficult) on so many levels, can I just say that I am sure this must have been only one of MANY infractions on my fathers part over the years...like father, like son. Now at the time, I claimed that I saw it get up and fly away out the sideview mirror (uhhh...no, not bloody likely) to cease my sister's demands that we turn around and stop...we were on the side of a mountain on one lane with a car behind us (Which more than likely finished the bird off). Which sister you ask? This one...

mmmhhmmmm, strong Strong Scottish blood in the Gilliseseseses.

Right, I could update on the Twits, but I have got to compose an Xmas email. I will try and update next weekend, before I leave to join the Red Hand.

Bon soir,

A B