Sunday, May 21, Blairgowrie & Rattray
Forgot to mention yesterday there was a wedding party going on in the hotel. It looked like a kilt convention.
Meet Paul, Frank Maxwell (wearing the Maxwell tartan) and Richie, wearing the colors of the isle of Skye (forget the clan). Great guys all, Paul was a roughneck in the North Sea, three weeks on, three weeks off.
Almost to town when I saw this sign:That is what I look like hiking down the road but I don’t know the purpose of the sign. I think it might be an early warning system for young people. A metaphor. WARNING: AROUND THE NEXT CORNER THIS WILL BE YOU. Something like that.
Finally came up to one of my favorite things, a sign indicating I have arrived.
I did manage to find Chinese take-out and yes, ate my share. Not a big day, not a bad day. Just one day closer to completion. Three days to go.