IELTS (I English Lingo Too Stlong)

When the weekend was unexpectedly gorgeous, it was decided that it would not be wasted indoors. Easy as it was to make that decision, trying to get the surgeon glued to his computer game to move almost made me burst an artery. After nagging and researching, we finally left at 1pm.

The happy camper

and the one with better sense of direction

Smart enough to pack snacks and water

It was a promising start when within the first thirty minutes of the walk saw four horses. Two of them whispering into each other's ear. Oh, promises of things to come =) 

The third, a white one was amusingly a curious fella. She walked up to us, sniffed at our hands and trailed along when we moved. The fourth horse who was standing there earlier was nudged out of the way when we paid him attention. It was so endearing when it wanted so much attention, I was immediately reminded me of a cocker spaniel.

Somehow, we got lost during the walk. The path led further away rather than looping around to our destination. We walked off trail to head back and in my pessimistic mind was survival skills - obtain clean water from the river and attempting to survive on what means we had.

Six hours of continuous walking on uneven terrain, mostly on an incline slowed the pace. Food had to be rationed to ensure sufficient energy. Our last peanutbutter and chocolate sandwich divided three ways. The capacity of my bladder was tested. Semi filled at the start of the journey and being too hygienic to dig a hole in the ground was a lethal combination.

Eventually we followed downstream and finally found the lake we started off from just as the sun began to set behind the munros. The moment my eyes saw it, I burst into an off pitch Maria of 'HALLELUJAH". I tell no lie.

*sniffle*

We got home at midnight!

"Follow the path"
*pfffttt*

Despite all that physical activity, I could not sleep my morning away. Le Soleil appealed to my circadian rhythm, prying my eyes open and accompanied by what felt like a munching turtle in my right calf. This old woman will not succumb to pain! Thus, I walked to church, as I always do on my Sunday mornings off. I am so glad I did. More four legged furry friends to make my day.

This one walked up right to me..

and let me pet him.

Well behaved ones who loved to play

Good looking ones to proud to be touched

When I got back from church, the happy camper decides again to have another day out. This time somewhere safe where we rely on the car rather than our limbs.

Seaside St Andrews

Pittenwheem- felt like a replica of Anstruthers

St Monance by Elie beach

More dogs to admire

And then we stumbled along this grandma with 6 of her dogs. She started naming each of them, telling us their front legs were lame and she could not sell them, so she kept them all instead. They did not like us. Started barking the moment we got near.

Back to St Andrew's for good company and chow

Then to casa de glamis for desert. As I selected this photo, I noticed everyone staring intently at the coloured box in front of us...

And they were staring back at the chica....
oooooh~

That concludes the weekend that was. The best of both worlds.

If you are curious as to why the lengthy entry...

I have annoying IELTS to sit for next weekend and I have not written an essay since college days. My written lingo has gone kaput as have my spelling. Sigh. Need to ensure perfect grammar =(