Tuesday, 13 October 2009

Misty Moors.

DEAR SPOOK, it was nice for you to see me looking so fetching on the No Fuss DVD of Relentless 24 www.nofussevents.co.uk . I am sure it will entice you home.
The children and I had a good drive to Dunblane this morning. They used to find the 2 hour drive long, but since experiencing the 10hr drive to Nelson, the 5hr one to Christchurch and thinking nothing of 2hrs to Ranfurly for a game of rugby, it was easily broken up as an hour in the front seat each and we were there. It was great to catch up with them, having seen so little of them since Friday. They are both very happy with their weekend, and excited to see their cousins in Dunblane. The Glen of Weeping was weeping mist and rain all over us, but was suitably moody and forboding. Rannoch Moor looked awesome with those terrible wee lochans, which ultimately ended Nathan Fava'ae, Richard Ussher and the rest of the Kiwi team's hopes of competeing for the World Adventure Race Title in 2007, as they dragged their kayaks across them from Dalwhinnie, having suffered hypothermia, been rescued by the caretaker of a lochside castle in the wilds, taken refuge in a reknowned haunted bothy and missed the cut off for completing the full course, by a measly 10minutes. Spook and I always spare them a wee thought when we cross the moor. We had never been to NZ at that time, but were as much on the edge of our seats as anyone in The Land of the long White Cloud, as we had met them, lent them our van and offered them recuperation (chocolate cake and dry beds, haggis etc).
The weather dried up and it was a pleasure to drive through Bonnie Strathyre, and later, after dropping off the children at my sisters and heading to Mum and Dad's, through the lovely wee villages of Arnprior and Buchlyvie, past Drymen where Billy Connely used to live with his wife Ivy, before he fell in love with Pamela Stephenson, and got a taste for Royal Deeside. It was the number of cars on the road that took some getting used to. It is amazing for so many cars to be in rural Scotland. I wouldn't cope very well with the M25 just yet.
The children were delighted to reunite with each other and Rona and I had a good hug and a strong coffee.
Good to know you are still enjoying Bonnie Wanaka Spook - we wouldn't want you to be TOO miserable.
xxx

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