|Karen and Jimmy's hoose!|
Karen and Jimmy have a very nice home across from the golf course on St. Cuthbert’s. They had added a second story to their corner house since the last time I was there. The house is amazingly roomy with three bedrooms, two baths, an office, a TV room (with a mega size television on which Jimmy is able to play his on line games), a living room, kitchen and fabulous back garden. It was a gorgeous afternoon when we arrived so we quickly settled ourselves on the back patio with the invalid, Jimmy, who had met with an unfortunate accident while attending an AC/DC tribute concert a few weeks previous, resulting in a broken leg. (Alcohol may have been involved).
Now before I continue with this little narrative, I need to elucidate on the extraordinary drinking capabilities of the Scottish race. In my opinion, there is no other nationality which exhibits the phenomenal capacity to imbibe of spirits than the Scots. Not only do they seem to be able to consume copious amounts for extended periods of time, they do so while singing, dancing, telling stories and remaining in jovial spirits!
|Chris and Jimmy at the Red Lion|
Each time I have visited the land of heather and haggis, I seem to spend the first forty eight hours or so drinking, singing karaoke, and dancing...it really is very hard work! This visit proved to be no exception. We arrived at about two in the afternoon and began with a few beers in the back garden while Chris got to know Jimmy and I caught up on all of the gossip with Karen. The plan apparently was to go for dinner and then hit a few pubs. I tried to slow down on the beers in preparation for the evening ahead. The restaurant we went to served fantastic food and you were permitted to bring your own alcohol! We arrived with a bottle of red wine, several beers, some gin and some Amaretto for afters.
|Johnny, Terry, Jimmy, Karen and Chris|
After dinner we headed across the street to the Red Lion and then off to another establishment which was featuring a live band and was jammed with patrons. It was here where things start to become a bit fuzzy for your esteemed narrator...I recall being handed a glass full of some amber fluid and Karen yelling in my ear that the bartender made some sort of mistake and so I was to be the proud recipient of the error. Apparently, we ran into Johnny, Karen’s brother, at about this time and the whole party moved up the road to a place known as “The Centre”, this being Johnny’s regular drinking establishment. The evening continued with some karaoke, more drinking of shots, and some lively conversation....we headed home in the wee hours and checked out some of the pictures from our trip...
The next day we had a bit of a lie in and then geared up for a barbeque in the back garden with the rest of the family and friends. The weather continued to be uncharacteristically hot; so much so that we had to seek out some shade. Another terrific meal and great company!
|Chris, Jimmy and their new friend!|
|What a bod!|
“Well the next toime yes take the bus ask for...” and he said something incomprehensible and preceded to chastise us since we should have been paying a higher fee for the trip and apparently he could have been censured if one of the fare patrol people had been on the bus. Boy, this was not a cheery bus driver! I nodded dutifully, thanked the helpful woman and hopped off the bus with a great sense of accomplishment since we had made it back without the necessity of a long walk.
Mary, Karen’s mom and Emma and Neil were over for dinner. Karen, and Jimmy, outdid themselves again with a fabulous meal. I think I’m going to have to take back my invitation for them to come and visit us since Karen and Jimmy have set the bar just a little to high now...! I think maybe the Brown’s have a new calling...they could definitely do well in the B and B department!
Our last evening started innocently enough with my packing up and then watching a bit of telly. We decided to have a good bye drink with Karen and Jimmy and the next thing we knew it was about three in the morning. A quick two hours rest and we were up again and headed for Glasgow airport! Needless to say, the trip home was a bit uncomfortable, especially with the half a dozen or so kids surrounding us, and the obnoxious woman in front who complained about everything, including the lack of fork to eat her pizza slice with. We gritted our teeth and made it through the trip! We didn’t really have much choice.
Karen and Jimmy, et al, definitely made the final leg of our journey the best part of our trip. Karen cooked, cleaned, chauffeured and entertained us the whole time...she probably needed a well deserved rest after we left! Jimmy was tireless in telling Karen exactly what to do to make our visit fantastic...seriously, despite having a broken leg, Jimmy kept up with trips to the pub, going to a concert, washing up, cooking and even hoovering! We can’t thank Karen, Jimmy and the rest of the family and friends in Scotland enough for all that they did for us!
Emma after three days of cloud and drizzle, “I really think Scottish folk have unrealistic expectations of the weather...ye, live in Scotland, fer God’s sake, what de ye expect!”