You're right, Mary Lou, that something
will have to be done about this computer. Defenistration would be too
good for it. I don't know why I'm not using Norton Antivirus. I'll
see if I can switch.
We had a good walk. It was a tough one.
One walks downstream along the Rver Esk through the Roslin Glen, then
back along farm tracks and finally tarmac'd roads to the village of
Roslin itself. The distance wasn't all that far, but the going proved
very hard for the first half. It is a beautiful glen, steeply wooded.
The path went up and it went down and it went up again. There were
seriously muddy patches where slips and falls threatened. There were
fallen trees across the path. There were bits I did on my hands and knees. At the moments when we were tempted to
turn back, we could only reflect, with Macbeth, that returning were
as tedious as go o'er.
It was disheartening to reflect, too,
that when we finally emerged from the glen, the walk would be only
half over – we would be at the furthest point from the car. But in
fact the second part was so easy that we floated back. We then had
soup and sandwiches at a thoroughly pleasant and welcoming hotel in
the village of Roslin itself. (Is it cheating to stop for nourishment
before one has finished the Walk as specified in the book?) And then
cantered the last half-mile or so, past the famous chapel.
It's looking very prosperous these
days, with multiple car parks and a visitor centre.
I took only one picture, of the moment
when we spotted Hawthornden
Castle on the other side of the river – and knew where we
were! The link is to a Wikipedia entry which, alas, doesn't include
a picture. I'll organise some pictures for you soon -- you haven't seen the ones from Games Day yet.
It was a good day.
Knitting
Not much. I did 1 ½ circuits of the
Rams and Yowes border, and am just at the point where it's time to
join in the yarn for the eighth stripe – of nine!
I probably won't be here tomorrow,
because Mungo will, with his father, on their way to Glenalmond
School.