August. How ridiculous is that. Anyway, apart from tempus fugit, the winged chariots and all that, days away allow for different walks in different places.
Last week it was Doune, a small town in Perthshire, to meet with daughter No.1, drink coffee (which we nearly forgot to pay for), investigate a map shop, take a gentle stroll past Doune Castle and along the River Teith and a enjoy very nice lunch at The Buttercup Cafe.
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Then last weekend a couple of nights dog-sitting in a house by a river: beautiful weather made it doubly idyllic and it was quite hard to leave though I declined the offer of a paddle-boarding session.......much easier to be lazy, read a bit and stare out a lot at the view.
