The exclamations on the journey southwards were all about who's feet were where and why they shouldn't be. It was not quite as restful as I had anticipated. But we did discover how easy it is to travel to Glasgow and to take another train back out of it again, and land safely at Auntie Rona's house. We had a lovely visit, plus an afternoon at the Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery which they had declared would not be of interest to them. Turned out it was of interest to them after all. The return journey north was pretty stunning and although I chatted with a kilted and disgruntled Celtic fan all the way home (due to the very small Highland town trouncing his team and causing amazing celebrations in Dingwall - the home of Ross County), I could still see the beauty of the scenery unfolding as we travelled. Scotland at it's best.
Today has been another gorgeous day, with real warmth in the sun. Meg has spent the day out and about, mostly on the croft with a friend and has turned brown already.
Finn's rugby game was much, much tougher than he anticipated, after his previous games. It was Inverness, not Edinburgh as expected and they were big and fast. All the boys on the pitch worked their butts off in unaccustomed heat and it was a battlefield, with Finn getting a kick in the head 5 minutes before the end. He was concussed, but not so bad that he didn't remember that the score was stacked very heavily against them. I think Lochaber scored 2 try's and Inverness a fair few more than that. It took a shower, a cold glass of juice, and a piece of millionaire shortbread to put him back together again. The return match is next Saturday, so if good sense hasn't been knocked into him, he will need to tuck his head in and get back into the scrum.
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