Herr Dr. Professor wrote:And a wonderful holiday to you, 43Recce! I sure admire your British threesome.
Friday evening, as I lie aching from a horrendous tooth extraction ("It don't come easy; you know it don't come easy.")
, 80K from my own home as the power was out and the temperature was down below 15C,
my dog moaning because she could not eat the cat that lay comfortably by the fireplace
--amid all this misery, my sweetheart mentioned that she would like someday to go to Scotland.
I sat bolt upright in a moment of hope.
Now if we all could only get rid of Covid.
Thanks, Prof, and hope 'the thousand natural shocks flesh is heir to' abate soon.
I've experienced many of them, and even getting up in the morning is like 'the ascent of Man': WD40 is needed for the joints, and two cups of fresh coffee to wake up the synapses.
I have a nephew in Massachusetts ( a Yank) who has never seen his Grandmother's homeland, but yearns to. In that sense, he would willingly join you and your Sweetheart on a 'Journey to the East'. When I look out of my window- daily- and irrespective of the weather's mood, I feel blessed. Thus, I call my house the 'womb with a view' (apologies to Forster! ). Life is seldom fair, but you can get lucky, now and then.
Back on topic, of course, I now have my three tracked treasures to ogle. Come Spring and Summer, I aim to film the three of them in action on some sort of assault course...then maybe even stalking my (Tamiya) Jagdpanther
"Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please"- Mark Twain.
