So this is Loch Lomond by Balmaha (in summer by the look of it). Today the daffodils were out and the lambs were prancing about the fields. I was there with Stuart and Marisa and we lay down in the heather and looked across the loch. It was glorious. Windy and bright with snow on the distant hilltops. I was nibbling my way through oatcakes from a tartan coloured packet, which Stuart said was like 'swigging a bottle of Bucky in Easterhouse.' Sorry, I realise this joke will not translate outside Scotland. It was like buying clogs in Holland or rollerblading down Venice Beach in a bikini top. I was a munching cliche. I try to carry an emergency oatcake about my person, for times of need.
-C
2 comments:
It sounds beautiful. I'd love to visit Scotland..and a million other places, too. My husband teases me about carrying "emergency rations" with me at all times! I am constantly accompanied by a Ziploc baggie full of nuts or trail mix to whip out and munch on whenever hunger threatens, along with my water bottle.
Sue
Ohhhhhhhh I know those oatcakes, I think I have a packet in all my bags and jacket pockets, I am glad to hear someone else has this strange trait. I can say without doubt that I have never swug (is that a word) from a bottle of Bucky, but if I ever were to it would most definately be for medicinal purposes.
Post a Comment