June 2008
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Bliss! Home-made Scotch eggs! Treacle scones! The Ollaberry Sunday teas rule! Now for second helpings…
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It’s amazing the folk you meet on the bus. This is Dan Godfrey from Newcastle, who was waiting at the Hillswick bus stop this morning with his purple Raleigh Chopper bike (complete with Darth Vader bell!) heading for Lerwick. I nearly crashed the car the other day when I saw Dan (dead ringer for Badly…
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Biggest ship I’ve ever seen anchored off Hillswick – the coastguard tug Anglian Sovereign. If the weather had been nicer I might have been tempted to take a paddle round her in my inflatable kayak….but it was horrible. Meanwhile, BT still haven’t fixed the broadband to the Radiocroft, 48 hours after it failed. And because…
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Just a few bits and pieces from the astonishing variety of cars, bikes, engines and trucks on display. That Vincent HRD was enough to make a grown man cry. And the Land Rover Carawagon is a proper camper van…
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Having snaffled the last steak pie available this lunchtime from Herds the butchers in Aberdeen, I confidently asserted that this was the finest pie of its type I had ever tasted, and that the future of Scottish tourism rested on The Great Steak Pie Trail. Tom Morton Show listeners being noted for their interest in…
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Rocketed up the road in fine weather from Glasgow, stopping for breakfast and a massive supermarket shop at Tesco in Dundee. It’s a Tesco Extra, and they have catering packs: tons of pasta, rice and gallon cans of cooking oil. Roll on the advent of Tesco in Shetland, I say. Fill up with reasonably-priced diesel,…
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In full after-dinner entertainment mode at the Old Pulteney Grand Prohibition Ball (see below).Meanwhile, I hate BT. Not their employees, and certainly not their engineers, who are fine folk. It’s the management. They make you pay extra for business lines, then, when you try to report a fault, make you go through residential faults, who,…
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This is just an example snap of the trip south on the Inverness-Perth stretch of the A9, which I’ve been driving for 35 years and remains a nightmare of frustration and terror, no matter how much meditative calm I try to instil in myself. Caravans! I will never have one again. Camper vans! I’m selling…
