Saturday, November 10, 2018

Satan’s Burning

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After filling up with fuel we head south for while, but before you know it we stop off at a very famous Black Smiths.

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We have a look around.

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ah there is the Black Smiths

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Inside one of the buildings though we are clothes shopping even though we don’t need clothes.

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There is an air of something around here I wonder what it is?

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There are a few nice things around here though.

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We head to the restaurant which for once is empty. Usually it is rammed, but then there are no coaches here for a change.

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I go for the steak pie.

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My mom and dad enjoy the haggis, well why not.

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Filled up we leave and head south at a rate of knotts.

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By the time I’m going where I’m going it is dark and the car has nearly done 3000 miles.

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So this is home, from home, but it is not my home again.

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We wander down the road for a pint and to meet Greenie and Teggie.

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That is before we attend Satan’s Burning Festival. The fire is lit, the man put on the top.

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We feel the warmth.

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And the celebrations begin.

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Pop Whizz Whistle.

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Colourful.

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Flamboyant.

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Magical.

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Breathtaking.

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And then it was all over.

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So we cracked open a couple of can and

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enjoyed the radiant warmth.

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The crowds dispersed.

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And then I saw something, something I hadn’t seen for some years.

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We wandered over and my oh my it was, it was Smithy.

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A while later we where in the warmth drinking drinks together catching up, reminiscing. Their company being as good and joyful as ever.

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And once his wife dragged him off to bed, we headed to the chip shop with no chips! I kid you not, no chips.

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We leave and go next door.

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I order a hot pizza, and not only is it hot, it is tasty too. Very very very tasty. It is real good.

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And so this is it, this is the end, but hopefully the beginning.

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This is goodbye horse.

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This is goodbye Jockey

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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.

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We stagger back to home from home that isn’t my home.

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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.

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And said goodnight to uncle.

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