MarvelousMONSTERhunting..

In my travels to the Highlands moving around Inverness.... .. I ventured to the pebble stone beach looking into the GIGANTIC loch that was Loch Ness.
have a look - can you see the lizardy dinosaur like monster?

I could not. ............ .

I like this picture >>> when opened larger it almost looks like you can see right through the waves and into the loch.

Becoming a VIKING in the HIGHLANDS

 

January entailed an exciting THREEpointFIVE hour bus journey to the enchanting Scottish highlands.  I ventured to Inverness to stay with my two lovely flat-mates!  Hoping for heaps of snow, traveling through Aviemore unfortunately there wasn't much snow to see... however thankful I was to being able to get through the mountains I did want to see SNOOOOOOOOOOOW... I arrived in Inverness, being greeted by three LOVELY ladies, and headed to Dingwall, a delightful town outside the city.

  We wined and dined in a local restaurant followed by a local pub and club experience!  The following day we feasted on pancakes and scones for breakfast before heading out for an adventure.  We were keen to hike up some HILLS it was called the 'The Cats Back' was the name of the mountain, though the misty wet rain pushed us onwards and outwards to a MASSIVE waterfall called 'Plodda Falls'. 

 We definitely got 'showered' that day…

After our whimpsical waterfall experience we travelled to my other friends country house in Aigas by Beauly. We had home made soup and cakes with freshly made raspberry jam and enjoyed a rom-com movie beside a log fire to wind down from a fresh forestry day.  The third and last day I walked round a bold beaver lake, the trees surrounding it did no longer resemble a pencil like shape; the water was so calm it looked like a forever old picture in a wooden frame.

  My last stop before heading on the mighty bus was the lady of lochs LOCH NESS. I prowled whilst standing on the pebble stones to loch for the monster itself.. Only a branch could resemble the monster but NO real sightings could be noted......

In the Forest

Being at home its nice to escape the city and wander around the woods beside my house, ponder down by the river I sit relaxing on a wooden log, scuffling leafs with my muddy wellys, flying rotten twigs into the river splishsplashsplosh and off course hide behind trees from my twin sister.

 your're never too young for gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaames.

that BuuZZzzing feeling.

 I'm feeling very anxious for a particular 'date' this evening, as it means ALOT to meeeeeeee.  I thought these pictures reflect the thought of many many many butterflies fluttering around in my stomach at the moment..

Happy Robert Burns Day!!

Today is Robert Burns day (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796) which we celebrated every year at Primary School from a young age, a memory I wont forget will be standing on stage in the village hall and reciting the poem Tam o'Shanter to our School in celebration of the well known Scottish Poet.  Have a read at it and try and understand!

 Tam o' Shanter

When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter,
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses
For honest men and bonie lasses.)

O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice!
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;
That frae November till October,
Ae market-day thou was nae sober;
That ilka melder, wi' the miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That every naig was ca'd a shoe on,
The smith and thee gat roaring fou on;
That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday.
She prophesied that late or soon,
Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon;
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.

An Extract by Robert Burns from Tam o' shanter. 

Sourced from http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm