Once again “Hello!” to all those of you who have sat religiously at their computers, never moving, just waiting for another blog post to appear. Your patience is greatly appreciated although I would have granted a toilet break had you asked. Two months is rather a long time to go without a “visit”.
Since the last post life has rolled on somewhat aimlessly with the pups dictating our every move. I had forgotten how restrictive it can be with young dogs. Suddenly you realise that you can’t do half the things you were used to doing with an older beast in tow…never mind that fact that you have two of the “little” sods creating large scale havoc at the same time.
However, the September holiday weekend arrived and J and I opted to put the pups into care (sadly only for the day) and head off to Edinburgh to see the newly displayed National Tapestry of Scotland in its current setting at the Scottish Parliament buildings in Edinburgh. It’s definitely worth a visit but be warned, the pace around the display is governed by an extensive range of zimmers, sticks and mobile contraptions of varying shapes and sizes. How such an armory escaped the clutches of the ever alert security machinery at the entrance is a mystery. Having had to remove my belt to go through the scanner (which always pisses me off) I reckon the less mobile community sailed through with their vast array of potential ordnance without so much as a glance.
For those of you with a shaky grasp on the basic facts of Scottish history this is a “must see” with the individual tapestry panels depicting scenes, people and events from Scotland’s geological origins through to the present day. Given my woeful lack of experience in the sewing department I feel unable to comment on the quality of the stitching – but J says it’s very good indeed and in some cases fantastic. I noted lots of pretty colours.
Needless to say my progress around the display was a good deal quicker than J’s so I sneaked off to the Parliament’s gift shop for a quick browse. I mean, what can you possibly sell in a Parliament gift shop? Lockets with a snipping of the Presiding Officer’s hair ensconced within? An inflatable Alex Salmond? No, possibly not the latter – I believe they use them within the chamber for First Minister’s Question Time. So what do they sell? Well, they sell…chocolates! Yes…they sell chocolates and other confectionary as well as mugs, tea-towels etc. How original. Maybe they should be given greater tax raising powers as opposed to being reduced to operating a hawker’s bazaar in an attempt to raise money.
The next port of call was the National Museum of Scotland in Chamber St., once our regular freebie Sunday jaunt with a very young Cap’n Jack and The Bleating Sheep. Much has changed in the past 20 years but although there have been massive changes to the building since, the view from the old top gallery still captures the essence of the Victorian Era and its sense of discovery.
But were we here for a cultural top up…nope!
Were we here for the stunning rooftop views and the rather out of place Goldsworthy installation…nope!
So what were we here for?
Faced with the prospect of a fairly substantial afternoon tea my arteries broke into a somewhat unconvincing rendition of “We’ll meet again…” before bracing themselves for the inevitable carb, fat and sugar overload!
Having demolished the entire death defying sequence we waddled out of the museum heading back to the car. My mobile suddenly broke into life.
“Hello…Mr. Brown? Kennels here.”
“Don’t like to bother you but do Lottie and Mabel have a command for Please Regurgitate the Chihuahua?”