An away day to watch a daughter dance so, while they all rehearsed, walked through Banchory and up Scolty Hill. Banchory was like Skeggy on a Bank Holiday, park full of people doing the kinds of things people do in parks on warm, sunny days.
The walk up the hill also busy but it was good to be walking somewhere unfamiliar for a change.
Trotted up the spiral staircase in the landmark commemorative stone tower when I got to the top of the hill but didn`t linger: not that good at exposed heights. Anyway, the views from terra firma were spectacular enough.
Back in Banchory had an ice cream and decided that a town which has a bookies and a bookshop next door to each other can`t be a bad place to live.
Later, back at Woodend Barn to watch the dancing, looked across at the hill and its monument: get a disproportionate amount of pleasure spying a distant peak that I`ve recently climbed.
Inspiring dancing, delightful venue (and the new restaurant is excellent),a splendid day all round.
(Oh yes, and my horse won the National. Who says backing the jockey doesn`t work?)
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