Every Saturday, I usually go to my parents’ place, so that I A) leave the house at least once a week, B) eat a decent meal at least once a week that includes some form of vegetables and C) can get to sit and crochet and watch television in peace without the cat chasing my wool as it moves.
Also, you know. To see my parents. That too.
Last Friday night, I got a phone call from Dad, and he said, “We’re going out tomorrow. Are you coming with us?”
Dad’s famous catchphrase when we were kids was, “We irnae (aren’t) lost!” We made Mum and Dad a photo album for their Wedding Anniversary one year, and decorated it ourselves, and that was one of the things we wrote next to a photo of Dad.
So yeah, going on journeys with Dad is always interesting.
We ended up going east, to Lockerbie, and then to a wee place called Jedburgh. We were supposed to be visiting the Abbey there, but it was just closing as we arrived, and, uh, cost £5.50 per person for entrance. Way to scam everyone, Historic Scotland.
We didn’t get as much walking done as we’d have liked. Both Mum and I are like wee old ladies with our rickety hips and aches and pains, but we managed a little, had a nice pub lunch, and I did manage to get some nice photos.
If anyone doesn’t like, or thinks photos of graveyards is creepy/morbid, I’d say look away now. I, personally, love taking photos of interesting headstones. I once spent 3 hours in a cemetery on Hallowe’en night. An hour of which was in the pitch black. My mother, on the other hand, will not walk on the grass in a cemetery.
Also, good news! I finally got confirmation that FATGIRLslim has been listed on AllTop!
I officially kick ass.