Testing! Testing!

I should have called my entry for today 'St. John's Tower, Ayr' but it was my first walk after my Tuesday hospital trip. It really was a test to see if I had actually turned into a delicate, useless article. The events from earlier in the week had certainly taken their toll and rocked my sense of wellbeing.

Earlier, Mom went to Mass while I took an age to get ready again. I'd better get up a bit earlier on Monday I think. I kept Dad company on the mantlepiece and watched Jeremy Kyle. (I was sat on the settee. Dad was on the mantlepiece). He'd be shouting 'Get a life!' just over a year ago if he caught us watching JK. He was right, of course but it is the one programme on the box that does make me feel superior! I even watch it in Edinburgh before setting off for the day. Not sure about whether I'll go this time yet...

The window cleaner called today and waved cheerily in the window! Tesco Man arrived just as Mom got back and she called up the stairs that there were loads of substitutes. Tesco Man corrected 'There's NO substitutes!' How did my parents manage at all for 43 years with Mom being Irish and Dad being Scottish, me the mongrel in the middle eventually? You have to laugh!

Anyway, back to St. John's Tower - I should have lain on the floor or crouched a bit to get an exciting angle but I might have had trouble getting up again so here it is. It was originally a big church, the tower being added a bit later. The most notable thing was that on April the 26th, 1315, the first parliament in Scotland was held here by Robert the Bruce and the crown of Scotland was passed to him by the Scottish nobility.

You can spend ages reading about it if you are so inclined. For me, it's a hidden place you can walk past on the way into town without noticing it behind the trees.

Track? Nothing really goes with this so I'm adding a Gary Moore classic which reminds me of drums, battles and seemingly romantic struggles well before our time - Over the Hills and Far Away