One, two, Buccleuch my shoe.

Today, we went south to Drumlanrig Castle for a mooch round the bedrooms of the Duke of Buccleuch.

The tour guide was extraordinary. She kept rounding us up as though she was an elderly sheepdog, and we a flock of frisky lambs. At one point, she even clapped her paws hands in my face to hurry me along.

The oddest thing though, was her style of passing on information. "This," she would say, pointing vaguely at a fancy timepiece, "is a French ormolu clock." And then she would pause and mutter, "If you like that sort of thing." And, "Here's a painting by Da Vinci." Pause. "If you like that sort of thing."

Anyway, here's a photo of the castle. If you like that sort of thing......