Not a bad week as weeks go. By my standards, the diary was quite relaxed. The faithful Passat and I [now 186000 miles – the Passat that is although the feeling is sometimes mutual] visited Grangemouth, Glenrothes, Kirriemuir and Oban. It also needed a new tyre. And I decided that the lights were a bit dim until I got out with the Johnson’s baby wipes which I carry everywhere …. and found that it was just the gunge.
My trip to Oban was interesting – Preliminary Meeting of the Electoral Synod for Argyll and the Isles. My blogging friend Blethers will give you the blow by blow.
It’s an amazing drive – as are most journeys in Scotland. I was busy at my usual game of trying to match the music on my MP3 Playlist to the places. I was on Scott Joplin’s Elite Syncopations in Comrie – where a former German POW has left his money to the community. Bach Motets on the way up Glen Ogle … brass bands in Crianlarich … ‘A safe stronghold’ in Tyndrum. The scenery is amazing. The mobile phone signal and Classic FM fade away. We had a meeting in Oban – which Blethers will explain better than I could at the moment – and then I drove the 104 miles home again.
So welcome weekend. I’ll be visiting our little congregation in Tayport. Oh – and they built a new hall.