Loose Cannons

Can't remember when we last had a good old fashioned muck about on a Sunday like we did today. Despite a dodgy start on the drive into Stirling we all had a great time wandering about the rock around the Castle.

Even being dragged around the shops to buy shoes yet again for big flappy clown feet up there didn't spoil the day. Gave in to the creaky auld bones and bought some walking poles for myself and some elasticated knee supports so that I can keep up with this lot over the summer. Age doesn't come itself...

There's a great view from up here on Mote Hill that takes in the whole of the Forth Valley, all the way out east to Edinburgh, with Arthur's Seat and the Pentlands visible (the grey lumps being rained on to the right of the shot. A short detour to the left of the cannons, around the Beheading Stone, and you can see all the way out west to the Trossachs and the Arrochar Alps. Almost coast to coast.

Now settling down to watch some football with a meal cooked by Hez and the boyfriend. Don't think me asking "What is it?" went down all that well.

It's been a belter of a weekend so it has.