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T stands for my Theatre of Dreams.

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The coastline along North West Scotland. It is my mission in life now to travel around the British Isles.  We've had several holidays in Scotland and have thoroughly enjoyed the  wonderful Scottish hospitality. The pictures below are taken in The TrossachsNational Park and the stunningly beautiful Loch Lomond. On this particular trip we travelled further north to a lovely hotel called  The Bridge of Orchy. which is at the southern tip of Glencoe.  It was a wickedly cold evening so we were glad to settle in for our overnight stay.  We were welcomed with a tot of Whisky and buttery  shortbread biscuits.
This is Loch Lomond, we drove along the edge of it to reach Glencoe
When supper was ready a Scottish Piper, in full regalia, piped theguests into the beautiful oak panelled dining room.
Dinner was tantalisingly  tasty,as was the handsome Scots Piper pictured above !
Starting with Loch Fyne Scallops on a bed of delicious Haggis. The Main course was......
A huge rib of succulent Beef, ca…

The Sea and the Seaside.

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Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside
I do like to be beside the sea!
I do like to stroll along the prom prom  prom:
Where the brass bands  play
'Tiddly-om pom pom.


This little ditty is a popular  old music hall song which was written in 1930.
It  reminds me of my childhood, holidays spent on the Isle of Anglesey
North Wales.
There would be a local brass band playing on the promenade, always starting with the 'Seaside' ditty,  along with other popular music of the day. 

The parents would sit snoozing in deck chairs whilst my brother and I entertained ourselves by building sandcastles, we created moats around them and dashed back and forth,
filling our buckets with the in coming sea.

Big brother devised a plan by building a channel to divert the sea into the moat. however he didn't take into account the speed of the tide, which was great because the moat was soon full, but not so great because dear Mama, who was wearing her prized white kid sandals, was soon to be swamped and su…

R stands for my fascination for Rivers.

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Whilst we were on holiday in Northumberland in the borderlands between England and Scotland we encountered this majestic sight of the River Tweed, ambling it's way around the borderlands of Scotland and England.
We were on our way into Coldstream  the home town of the famous  Coldstream  Guards.
 These are the soldiers, when not on active duty, serve in the Household Cavalry protecting our Monarch at the various Palaces, whenever The Queen is in residence.
Apart from their magnificent battle history , they are also renown for  wearing the famous ceremonial Bearskin as their headwear as well as their splendid scarlet jackets.
I am such a Royalist, my heart really swells with pride whenever I see them on parade.
As we were strolling along the riverside, there were rather a lot of ripples in the water,
 Then, suddenly, the most fluorescent  display of salmon leaping appeared, it was as if they were forming little Rainbows, as they weaved their way up stream, to their spawning ground,
We wa…

Q is for Quill

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Let me introduce you to Chico our beautiful Cockatiel, he will be seventeen next month and has kept us suitably entertained over the years.
You may be wondering where the letter Q  enters my little anecdote, then,  I shall tell!

Chico has a lovely tufty feathery adornment on the top of his head, which was christened,  Chico's Quill by  Ingrid, our daughter.
Ian was away on a golfing trip, his first since he retired, so he knew nothing about the new arrival.
I may have mentioned, there was a lovely 'chicky' cockatiel in the local pet shop that needed a new home but too this day he swears I hadn't mentioned it.
Moving forward...... Bird in situ... He stood bolt upright on his perch not making a sound, staring at us, this went on for two days,. by this time I was rather concerned so I telephoned the pet shop owner, Steve, who reassured me that he was probably just settling in and not to worry.
'Hi girls', I'm home called the errant golfer, slinging his muddy …