We went for a wee hike (tramping as they call it here). Over by Lake Hawea. It involved 4 river crossings within a very short distance, and Meg lost patience with it as well as her footing. Spook fished along the ways, but the crossings and the sandflies got the better of us. I have never experienced them before. It was beautifully warm and windy - not autumnal at all. At least midges don't thole wind. Sandflies don't bother you at all when your moving, but move in for the kill as soon as you stop. Finn was like a bare-footed, Celtic-supporting Hobbit. He loved making the crossings and running ahead to see where the next one was. I'm not really sure if Meg threw herself into the water in despair, desperation, to drive us home, or by genuine accident! Finn wants to go back to explore further, when Meg is otherwise occupied.
Finn's constant wearing of his Celtic shirts is good at uncovering closet Scots. They guy at the recycling centre, who hailed from Arbroath 5 years ago, stopped to discuss the state of play for the true hero's of the game. Dundee United. I saw Finn pointing over to tell him I supported them too. When walking through the supermarket, where all Causcaseans look like they hail from Britain, but came a couple of generations ago, a man said out of the side of his mouth, "Gaun yersel', wee man!" There will come a time when we will have to buy him some new clothes. I think he might look like a Celtic supporter no matter what we dress him though.
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