Bonnie Scotland
I love scotland – well I love staying with raven and simon at the farmhouse just outside edinburgh. It’s much colder here than in London, and the local dogs bark in a funny accent – saw one earlier with a tartan collar, looked most odd. anyway Raven and I have had a lovely time, she is much smaller than me, and black, as her name implies. She is a gun dog and retrieves pheasants and things for simon. I do not like retrieving things as my Dad knows, especially tennis balls which I love to cling onto all day if possible.
It has actually been a quiet weekend here, unlike last new year when the house was full and everyone seemed to party all the time. Mind you, Dad and Simon had their own little party in the lounge last night; the music was loud but I was so tired after running around the farm that I fell asleep in front of the lovely open fireplace.
Today I had a real schok when Dad slid across from our side of simon’s car into the drivers seat. Simon then joined me on the passenger side, and to my horror Dad started driving the car away….I did not realise he could drive a car. Simon held me tight as Dad drove around an empty field. He actually did well, Simon said he was impressed with Dad’s clutch control, whatever that means. I started to relax but became anxious again when simon told Dad to drive through the gateway; he did it ok though, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. I had to go and get another form of relief as soon as I jumped out of the car, my tummy had been churning I can tell you.
early sunday evening now, I’m back in front of the fire, and Simon has some nice friends coming to dinner. Raven and I can smell pork roasting, we long for a little treat, maybe tonight…I love it here, I love Scotland.
