In my excitement to describe my adventurous eating of Haggis, I ended up posting today and not finishing up and posting last night after we went through the cellar door so to speak. I could manually change and rearrange the posting. Yes, I am getting savvy at this blogging, but I did not want to confuse people who might have read this morning's posting. In describing the rest of that evening, we will have a clearer picture of what happened today with our Bill.
After our experience through the cellar door where we had a good fish dinner and drank some more, We were given walking directions of how to get to our B & B. Bill and I proceeded to get lost which is strange for me as, I usually follow directions well and it is our second time with getting lost. Our getting lost turned into one of those wonderful travel experiences you end up fondly remembering. The walk which should have taken us twenty-five minutes turned into a couple of hours. We walked through this park area, down a wide, long path, really a road as it was paved and quite a distance long, trees on either side of us gracefully mirroring each other, a young musician in the zone, blowing on his trumpet, his friends snapping their fingers and tapping their feet encouraging him to go further and deeper into his improvisational riff, the smell of freshly cut grass filled our nostrils, as lovers walking hand-in-hand shared the path with bicycle riders, giving us a moment of perfection---a place and time where everything feels right with the world and every belief you hold within yourself is true....
So down this path we traveled each of us lock in his own thoughts, comfortable with an honest silence, until every so often one of us would make comment about the music, or grass. There was this small historic building off to one side that Bill as he is so visual noticed and called to my attention. The building had a subdued modern facade but beneath a portion of it running north to south, peeking out was the original old stone facade. My posting of the description of that moment is a selfish one for it was not grand, or a fabulous building, but it made me think about how I needed to work on becoming more visually in tune to the world around me, especially architecture. I always seem in my life to be moving quickly, not wanting anything to catch up with me and forever trying to filled the "unforgiving minute or moment with sixty seconds distance run (Kipling)." Without knowing it, Bill made me realize, look and learn something. I digress and beg your indulgence as we eventually came out of the park and found our way to the main road, filled with many pubs and eating establishments until a couple of hours later we arrived home tired but contented.
After our experience through the cellar door where we had a good fish dinner and drank some more, We were given walking directions of how to get to our B & B. Bill and I proceeded to get lost which is strange for me as, I usually follow directions well and it is our second time with getting lost. Our getting lost turned into one of those wonderful travel experiences you end up fondly remembering. The walk which should have taken us twenty-five minutes turned into a couple of hours. We walked through this park area, down a wide, long path, really a road as it was paved and quite a distance long, trees on either side of us gracefully mirroring each other, a young musician in the zone, blowing on his trumpet, his friends snapping their fingers and tapping their feet encouraging him to go further and deeper into his improvisational riff, the smell of freshly cut grass filled our nostrils, as lovers walking hand-in-hand shared the path with bicycle riders, giving us a moment of perfection---a place and time where everything feels right with the world and every belief you hold within yourself is true....
So down this path we traveled each of us lock in his own thoughts, comfortable with an honest silence, until every so often one of us would make comment about the music, or grass. There was this small historic building off to one side that Bill as he is so visual noticed and called to my attention. The building had a subdued modern facade but beneath a portion of it running north to south, peeking out was the original old stone facade. My posting of the description of that moment is a selfish one for it was not grand, or a fabulous building, but it made me think about how I needed to work on becoming more visually in tune to the world around me, especially architecture. I always seem in my life to be moving quickly, not wanting anything to catch up with me and forever trying to filled the "unforgiving minute or moment with sixty seconds distance run (Kipling)." Without knowing it, Bill made me realize, look and learn something. I digress and beg your indulgence as we eventually came out of the park and found our way to the main road, filled with many pubs and eating establishments until a couple of hours later we arrived home tired but contented.
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