Tonight's chariot

I have managed to secure a wee job driving the minibus for Borders College one, sometimes two, nights a week. I take the catering students home after they have served the public at their restaurant. I had seven kids tonight ( plus a lecturer in Reflexology whose car had failed to start) and dropped four in Selkirk, two (plus the lecturer) in Hawick and the last girl at a farm in the arse end middle of nowhere near a place called Hermitage.

Now, last year I read a bit of a scary book based in and around a building here which is "an awesome, eerie ruin, set in a lonely spot, Hermitage Castle has a history filled with intrigue, murder, trysts, torture and treason." according to Historic Scotland who own it. All I could think about as I drove for miles along a single track road with passing places in the pitch dark was this book and all its gruesome characters.

I was really glad to get back to Hawick and civilisation, if Hawick can ever be described as civilised! By the time I was back at the College and had the bus parked it was getting close to midnight so it really had to be tonight's blip.