It was a sad looking exhibition.

Our reputation, built through hard (ahem) days on the Scottish mountains, was in danger of collapse.  As we stumbled out the car we took stock of our individual infirmities.

My legs were goosed, totally!  The right leg ached from bum to toe, the sciatic nerve plucking the various muscles like some demented harpist.  One mile?  Two miles?  I had no idea how far the legs would take me today.

Over the centuries of my existence I have developed a liking for what is currently known as Alt Country music…in other words anything that isn’t country music. 😀

Ooo…that’s just a wee bit mean of me.

I suppose it all stemmed from the fact that my dad liked traditional country…and I hated the type of country he liked.  It was part of the unwritten agreement between generations.  It was mandatory to detest your parents’ music and damned cool to boot.  Like your parents music and you would become a social pariah in quick time.  In the ’70’s country music to Scots meant “Oor Sidney”, the dreaded Sidney Devine.  Mind you I ‘m not sure if my folks liked Sidney...but you couldn’t take a chance on that sort of thing.  Better pledging your undying allegiance to Black Sabbath or Led Zeppelin if you wanted to keep some measure of peer credibility.

It’s been a busy week with, thankfully, no further blog changes! 😀  Did I detect a few mutterings of “Thank God for that!”?

Last weekend… FD and I took a walk up Fankerton Glen in the offchance that we would bask in some glorious sunshine…this didn’t happen.  Armed with both cameras in the anticipation of stunning early spring light and shade we were met instead by the usual Scottish, cloud soaked, dull grey.