The Master Storyteller!

Farmer's Market today - we should have got straight into clearing and cleaning but hey, it's the weekend, time for a bit of chillin' so there was cheese, fish, eggs and chutney purchased, magazines bought and headed up the High Street to sample the coffee in the newest Cafe in town (of which there are many!) It's called Blend, and the coffee and cake were very good. It's good to support the independent places, and think we will be regulars here (big windows looking on to the street so great light in the place too.

Then the clearing and cleaning........ although I escaped up the village for a wander with my camera. Weather was fantastic - too good for indoors! Popped into the Antique and Violin Repair Shop and met the friendliest shopkeeper I have ever met - Bob Beveridge. We had a right old blether, how he had Roseanne Cash in his shop as her dad (Johnny Cash) and her, had ancestors that came from Falkland/Strathmiglo area. He had met Johnny in the early 80s when he came to Falkland, and because Bob plays the guitar, him and Johnny struck up a friendship. Roseanne didn't know that Bob and her dad had met till she wandered into his shop. Great story! He also used to be in the Glasgow Crime Squad and did a programme for STV on a little 5 year old boy that was murdered in Glasgow 40 years ago and no one claimed he was their son..... Sad ...... Anyway, we finished our chat with him playing me a tune on his guitar, and it was lovely.

I asked him if I could take his picture and he then went and dug out one that was taken in the back shop by a famous photographer which was pretty special as all his antique stuff was set around. There were loads of other stories too, fascinating tales of visitors to his shop, but one that I loved cos it showed his kindness was when his big white persian cat that sat in the window looking out (and drawing in the tourists who visit the Falkland Palace) died he went to the local Cat Home and asked the owner which cat had been there the longest (over a year) and took it home. Bob lives above the shop and he says the cat never comes down the stairs, it stays upstairs sitting in the window facing the street, like if it goes down it may have to return to the cat home (which Bob said wasn't very nice...).

Here he is playing his guitar, signed by Roseanne. I could have spoken to him for hours he was just so interesting