Salsa

Well after the excesses of the pudding club I had to do something more than Pilates on Wednesday. (Scottish Bobby is going on Tuesday now.....I think I must have upset him.)

So, I was persuaded to attend Salsa classes, Ealing Broadway on Tuesdays.

I was very apprehensive but need not have been. Everyone was really friendly and there were actually more men than women! The women moved on every minute to a different partner and I managed to move completely round the room 4 times in one hour.

No one complained and everyone was smiley smiley but Im sure I stepped on more than a few toes.

I sweated buckets.

Yes, I know ladies are not supposed to sweat .

I never said I was a lady and anyway, it was BUCKETS!

The only slight embarrassment for me was that I go the colour of Tomato Salsa within minutes of moving around.

I even tried wearing green makeup the second week but I just looked like Mortitia Addams.

Third time lucky this week.

Oh all right, its not really me in the picture but its close!

The Pudding club

My ever so generous cousin bought me the birthday present of a visit to the famous Pudding Club.She had already decided that neither of us would be in a fit state to drive home and so we stayed the night.Three ways House Hotel in Mickleton in the Cotswolds is the home of the club and we arrived for the munch along with at least 70 other fat and unashamed personages.

We were warned not to eat too much of the meal as ...no less than....7 puddings were to follow.All of the steamed variety.Well, one was a rhubarb crumble but you get the picture.
They were accompanied by custard, toffee sauce or chocolate sauce.
We were on a table with complete strangers but not for long.We all had to pull together you see , or we would receive collective punishments if puddings went uneaten.Suffice to say, we all rose, or nearly threw up in some cases, to the occasion and yours truly managed 8 puddings!

Pretend the image is pudding not pizza!

We met some really friendly people , one of whom told us his complete medical history which featured the removal of his colon.
God alone knows how he managed to eat what he did.
Where theres a will.....
It was a superb couple of days and Sticky Toffee and Date pudding won the contest. Yehhhh!
Roll on next year.

It has to be....SCOTLAND!

My first update has just got to be Bonnie Scotland.

An amazing time was had with wonderful scenery, weather,and a midge free environment.

Glasgow was our first night stop where we were amply fed at a local travel lodge.

Much to my companions howls of sarcastic glee, I shall say that the waitress, Magda, a lovely student from Poland, gave me her one and only personal plastic spoon to enable me to partake of a yoghourt whilst on the road. It was particularly poignant as the aforesaid spoon had been aquired by Magda whilst at the pictures with her boyfriend, thus being of great sentimental value to her.

I was touched.

Glencoe on the way up. Glenfinnan monument on Loch Shiel.

Rock cottage far surpassed all our expectations.On a private estate (none of your hoi polloi)

with the most incredible views day after day.Each morning showed the view in a different light.

Rock cottage and views The Loch Moidart at the end of our driveway.

Stunning.

All of it.

The cottage had some little quirks like the Aga in the kitchen permanently switched on and churning out heat to such an extent that an air conditioning unit was necessary in the kitchen! Nevertheless, some good tucker was produced and consumed in that kitchen.

And the wildlife.......right outside the conservatory...everyday birds and animals with the highlight being a pinemartin. Pics and more ramblings to follow.

Take a break from Scottieland for now.

Back again after way too long.....

Back from the wilds, photos to follow, just popping in to say...watch this space more updates later.
See you all soon, och.

Och Aye, the noo , itsa braw bricht moonlit nicht the nicht so it is.

Rock Cottage (can you see it?)

Loch Moidart , Acharacle

No , its not about Scottish Bobby.

We, the intrepid four who go fossil hunting together, are off to the wilds of Bonnie Scotland in a few days time.

Ardnamurchan actually. Rock Cottage to be precise.

And here are a couple of pics to drool over.

The noo.

Rock Cottage

The view from one of t'hills above Sunart

How not to open ones mouth too much

Im still going to pilates on a Wednesday , although I dont think it has helped me to lose any flab, just keeps me a bit flexible. However, I chat a lot as those who know me well will testify(remember" motormouth" Ken?) . This led me to chatting with a fellow pilatean(?), Bob, the copper. Nice man , but I believe him to be on the Autistic Spectrum.

The Battle field band

Why else would anyone loan a person not ONE but TEN cds of his favourite folk band simply because she has expressed an interest in Folk music? The person then felt obliged to listen to EVERY cd of the aforementioned band (see pic) , make notes and report back the following week whereupon scottish Bobby presented her with another SEVEN f*****g CDs of the same band!!

There followed another tortuous bout of CD listening, making notes and returning , only to find he was off sick.

Probably out buying more CDs.

signed

ungrateful wretch

Has it been that long?!

Well, what can I say? I have been too busy playing scrabble on facebook to log in but now Im back.For a quick looksee.Stimulated by the blog and acompanying pod cast of a relative and funny man plus his friend.Check it out...www.franandfronkinshow.blogspot.com
I will add a link on the right.
See yas soon