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Seen elsewhere: An Offal-lot of Haggis.

My feet both touch the floor at the same level, So I reckon they must be the same length.......

Took this photo on a Caithness Field Club trip to Ousedale on the border of Caithness and Sutherland on Saturday morning. Believe it or not, a 96yr old man (He's 97 in December) turned up and managed to get within a hundred yards of where I was standing when I took this picture! There were NO tracks or paths on our route, just rough heather and bracken moorland. In the evening he was going to a wedding dance, anorl! I take my hat off to him!

SWMBO in the Golspie big burn woods, East Sutherland, on Friday morning:

A final word on socks: I bought a pair of matching socks from Marks & Sparks last year. When I put them on.......one was almost three inches longer than the other - odd, don't you think?

I lived on the Equator for a while and the water went straight down the plughole - that is, whenever we had water - which wasn't all that often

I used to keep chickens. This was my chicken shed. These days it is a humble, garden tool store.

The Fire Brigade in Strathpeffer, Highlands is housed in a shed:

It is a well-known fact that all washing machines are connected by invisible worm-holes through space. So I would be grateful if everyone out there could check theirs and let me have my sock back next time we meet. Thank you.

I've just realised....the last time I was in Rothbury was in 1981. There was a Morris and sword dance festival and I was in the gear that I am wearing in my avatar picture! I was in a side that danced through the Rothbury Streets.

This nice 1967 350cc "Baby Bonneville" was in Rothbury last week.

The Moorfoot Hills: The Moorfoot hills from Windlestraw Law: A Grouse shooting box on the moors of Windlestraw Law: Bareback Hill summit cairn: And finally, Walkerburn bridge..."Lattice girder?"

Peebles and district: Peebles high street (two views) Town bridge over the River Tweed:

You must be loaded, Fly! It costs an absolute fortune to go into Cragside.

A few days south of the border saw me taking in Rothbury (Northumberland) and Peebles (Southern uplands of Scotland): The River Coquet at Rothbury Rothbury village green The Armstrong almshouses

But worrabaht a wooden ninepin as in the traditional English bowling alley - how far does that have to tilt? It always used to seem as though it had to be knocked off the ground to have any chance of felling it.

Nonetheless, it must have been a great place at one time.

GRRRRRR! I spent two weeks and lots of diesel trying to track down a copy of a local book for my sister. Finally found one, went to visit her in Northumberland - and left the bloody thing on my kitchen table! That really peed me off.

I once had a turkey on Christmas Day - not to celebrate Christmas but to celebrate not celebrating Christmas with a turkey.

I'm With Margie on the counting - it drives me bonkers sometimes. For some years I have been trying to avoid counting the number of complete turns of the pedal crank on my bike between two particular potholes in the road. Sometimes I have to resort to turning the bike around, changing gears mid-count and even freewheeling in order to lose count.

I suppose the modern fairground is all about scaring the poop out of you, whilst charging the Earth for the privilege.

BOO!

Are there any old fashioned "Side shows" still at Goose Fair?

Off to my sister's in Northumberland in the morning - have to be there before 9pm - their local chippy cooks in DRIPPPING but closes at nine..... Yummy, Scrummy!

A road to nowhere (2016):