After filling up with fuel we head south for while, but before you know it we stop off at a very famous Black Smiths.
We have a look around.
ah there is the Black Smiths
Inside one of the buildings though we are clothes shopping even though we don’t need clothes.
There is an air of something around here I wonder what it is?
There are a few nice things around here though.
We head to the restaurant which for once is empty. Usually it is rammed, but then there are no coaches here for a change.
I go for the steak pie.
My mom and dad enjoy the haggis, well why not.
Filled up we leave and head south at a rate of knotts.
By the time I’m going where I’m going it is dark and the car has nearly done 3000 miles.
So this is home, from home, but it is not my home again.
We wander down the road for a pint and to meet Greenie and Teggie.
That is before we attend Satan’s Burning Festival. The fire is lit, the man put on the top.
We feel the warmth.
And the celebrations begin.
Pop Whizz Whistle.
And then it was all over.
So we cracked open a couple of can and
enjoyed the radiant warmth.
The crowds dispersed.
And then I saw something, something I hadn’t seen for some years.
We wandered over and my oh my it was, it was Smithy.
A while later we where in the warmth drinking drinks together catching up, reminiscing. Their company being as good and joyful as ever.
And once his wife dragged him off to bed, we headed to the chip shop with no chips! I kid you not, no chips.
We leave and go next door.
I order a hot pizza, and not only is it hot, it is tasty too. Very very very tasty. It is real good.
And so this is it, this is the end, but hopefully the beginning.
This is goodbye horse.
This is goodbye Jockey
And we celebrate if you can call that the pubs last opening night for closing by getting some proper local scratchins. Yo they are nice.
We stagger back to home from home that isn’t my home.
And have a whiskey and tea. In one as in both in the cup. Did I need it, no, did I want it? no Did I have it? Yes.
And said goodnight to uncle.