Playing tour guide Pt. 2 (bridges and boats)


One evening when my parents were here, we returned to South Queensferry so that they could see the rail bridge with the lights on. It’s pretty.

Unfortunately, in summer, the sun goes down in the middle of the night (close to 11pm), and so we waited and waited and waited and it just didn’t happen. Ah well, next time! The photos are pretty though.



I also took them on a drive to Anstruther for their famous fish and chips. It was a lot further than I remembered. On the way we stopped in Culross (the palace was closed but it’s still nice to photograph from the outside):



And then after dinner at Anstruther, we had a wander around by the boats after dinner.



Other events included a lovely dinner at The Witchery, a fancy restaurant up by the castle…



And Falkirk Wheel, of course. It’s become a staple visit.



It always impresses!





Playing tour guide Pt. 1 (and squirrel friends!)



As I said in my last post, I owe you some pictures/tales from my parents’ visit in the summer time.  We had a very nice time, though as always, wrangling family and not having a lot of down time can be quite high stress. It was however so lovely to host, to cook, to drive, to show, to take pride in this place that we live and the home that we’d built.



As well as South Queensferry (above), we spent some time at Culzean Castle and at New Lanark, which is a heritage village (which was closed, but still nice to walk around).



We also had an afternoon in the Royal Botanic Gardens, where something magical happened.


You may be aware that I like squirrels. I didn’t grow up seeing them, and despite the greys being pests and making the reds endangered, I still really like them. And the Botanics are full of them.



I was excited to see them at all, to be honest. But then we realised there was a woman feeding them.



This little guy was pretty friendly.



And then the lady gave us peanuts. And I got to do something amazing.

I dropped one and he came to grab it.



The lady kindly pointed out one of the squirrels who was “particularly friendly”. And so I lay down and held out a peanut (as did Dave)…



And then my wee friend was gone.  Dave has a video of me squealing. It’s very childish. But it made me so happy.


Thank you, squirrel friends. More pics from their trip to come on Monday.  Have a great weekend!




2 hours in Paris/photos from France



I am feeling oddly positive today, for a Monday.



I realised just earlier that despite meaning to, I hadn’t ever caught you all up on Paris and the Scottish part of my trip with my folks earlier this year.



To sum up our 2 hours in Paris: rushed. We literally just took the metro to the Eiffel Tower, took pictures, ate a bit of food, wandered over the bridge and back, and then got the metro back to the airport. Not a lot!

So there are the 3 pictures I took in Paris. I’ll post about Edinburgh/Scottish adventures tomorrow. And below is a selection of pictures I took on my camera on the canal trip.





Show us your Manson Lamps


When people start to complain that you haven’t posted in over a week, it’s kinda flattering.

Well, actually, it’s really flattering.

I’ve been pretty busy. I’m currently organising recording my EP and I’m a bit swamped at my admin job. My internet went down at home yesterday (on the day I usually try to write a decent entry) and I spent most of it at a friend’s place as I’ve been roped into being her personal trainer. We stretch and grunt together (in the cleanest way possible) and end up killing our abs. Then we watch the next two episodes of The X Files (she is up to Season 5 and getting through it slowly), and I head home.

I’m currently reading Helter Skelter, The Manson Murders, except the copy I’m reading has the infamous “Manson Lamps” (tm. Pamie) photo on the cover. I mentioned this to my mother, expecting her to roll her eyes at me, as I am always reading something like this – conspiracies, JFK, morbid subject matter.. but she just nodded and said, “Your father would like that.”

I can just picture my Dad in bed with his glasses on (or even Mum’s, which he has been using of late), lying on his right side with the book under his lamp, reading intently, with Charles Manson’s wide-eyed face staring out at me in the doorway. Hee.

A more substantial entry is coming tomorrow. I’m a bit too busy with work today, and I don’t know how they’d feel about me spending all of my work time today here (though I am always surfing a lot anyway). Hell, it’s nearly lunchtime! Time to go home, make a sandwich and read more creepy tales of just how twisted Sadie Mae Glutz was. Fun!

Kitty kitty kitty..


My cats are very stubborn creatures. Mutley will not eat when Shadow is around. Shadow will push Mutley out of the way.

My family has had Mutley for hmm, 15 years. Shadow only came along around 7 or 8 years ago. For the first few, she was terrified of Mutley, which is understandable as he’s a scary cat with a bad temper. (I have scars).

However, lately he is acting his age. He’s getting a bit senile. A little bit weaker (but only a little, I have recent wounds). Shadow is taking advantage of this. She shoves him out the way now, and takes his food. And he doesn’t mind. He barely eats it all, anyway. But unless you stand over them, he sometimes misses out entirely.

An amusing moment from last night:

Here, Mut! Kitty kitty!

Both cats run in at full speed. I dish out their food. Shadow executes a deft shoulder shove to Mutley, who starts to creep away.

No.. come here. Mutley.

I grab him. I place him back in front of his dish, moving Shadow with my foot.

Eat your damn food. Come on. Stop being such a pussy.

Cue the pause, smirk and eyes roll. I’m such a dork.