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Ending with a bang
Aug. 14th, 2020 05:33 pmWe spent the last two nights of our holiday in an upmarket wooden hut a galmping pod near Falkirk (this detail will become relevant later). On the day between them, we visited the Falkirk Wheel. This is the focal point of a landscape of engineering wondersm from the Antonine Wall to the Grand Union Canal, and we might have visited Rough Castle Roman Fort or the 'Kelpies' sculpture, or just strolled along by the canal. For a nimber of reasons, we did none of these things. We took a pleasant boat trip, eiding the wheel up from the Forth & Clyde Canal up and along the Union Canal, passing through the tunnel under the wall, and then we went off in search of lunch. Which I don't regret, because there were scallops and they were perfect. And the Wheel itself is magnificent:
I don't know what the elephant is doing there.
We returned to our pod for a quiet evening of reading and internets and televion. But we didn't have a quiet night, because there was a spectacular thunderstorm, and a little wooden hut is the perfect place from which to appreciate the rain hammering on the roof, and the thunfder rolling overhead and the lightning making the sky shine bright through the gap in the curtains - and we were snug and dry inside. Much more comfortable, in fact, than if we had taken the other option, which was the chain hotel just down the hill: we drove past it next morning on the way out of town, and the river had burst its banks, leaving the car park under two feet of water.
By which time the sun was shining as if it had never happened, and we enjoyed our visit to Dunbar (of which there will in due course be photos). The drive home less so, because there were tractors out on the A1, and it felt like a long drive; but we were home in time for the pub quiz.
I don't know what the elephant is doing there.
We returned to our pod for a quiet evening of reading and internets and televion. But we didn't have a quiet night, because there was a spectacular thunderstorm, and a little wooden hut is the perfect place from which to appreciate the rain hammering on the roof, and the thunfder rolling overhead and the lightning making the sky shine bright through the gap in the curtains - and we were snug and dry inside. Much more comfortable, in fact, than if we had taken the other option, which was the chain hotel just down the hill: we drove past it next morning on the way out of town, and the river had burst its banks, leaving the car park under two feet of water.
By which time the sun was shining as if it had never happened, and we enjoyed our visit to Dunbar (of which there will in due course be photos). The drive home less so, because there were tractors out on the A1, and it felt like a long drive; but we were home in time for the pub quiz.
