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Final trip of the year out into The Great Wilderness yesterday. Sunny but cold - passing Loch Glascarnoch the car recorded -8°C (outside!). HYN to all...

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Loch Droma, in the middle distance here, is a mile long. It's been frozen for a while, then snowed on, then refrozen.

The post, by the way, is just a temporary marker; once the snow's melted, a permanent gravestone will be erected....


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They must be having their work cut out keeping the roads passable up your way.
 
Currently at Hartington in the Peak District. This was it yesterday morning from my seat in the car, with more snow forecast this morning. It's not Scotland by any means, but there's more snow than at home.

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Remember, you gotta aim at the black bits 😉
 
Hope you remember to get some proper Stilton cheese from the Hartington Creamery.
I have a fear of Stilton cheese.

The Inveraray Incident.

Explanatory note. - A group of friends visited Crerae gardens then a restaurant for dinner. A drink followed and then cheese and oatcakes selected - the waiter, an English gentleman, served the cheese as a whole ten inch round by about three inches thick. As is common in his land of birth, he served it with a spoon with which the cheese could be shaved out from the centre, hollowing out the cheese - BUT OH DEAR! -





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As we sat in Inveraray
With a beer or two imbibed
We pondered on the menu
And the goodies shown inside
Now we knew that it was usual
With an ice cream treat or tart
To use a spoon to eat them
That's the usual way to start
But we wanted not their chocolate
Their fruit nor sorbet freeze
What really took our fancy
Was the lure of heav'nly cheese
So we ordered it between us
From the waiter, lovely fellow
And sat anticipating
Fine Stilton, fresh and mellow.
That cheese arrived untarnished
Not a mark upon its skin
Presented on a platter
What delight must lie within?


We'd walked all day in Crerae*
In the gardens of that name
Through groves of rhododendrons
All in shades of pink and flame
Our cheeks glowed from the exercise
From drink our nebs** the same.

The flower's hue is fixed and set
By natures master plan
But exertion and excitement
Are what blush the face of man
Our exertion I have listed
Came from walking overland
The excitement that I mention
Was the wrath of the serving man

He stopped by in the passing
Enquiring how we fared
More oat cakes were we needing ?.....

Then he stopped .... and stood ..... And stared .....

The heckles rose - his face ignited
Burning redder than the sun
In disbelief his eyes took in
A sight that left him stunned!

He'd proudly served his Stilton curd
With a spoon to shave with ease
Thus as the diners worked away
They'd hollow out the cheese

But no such gentle touch we knew
As we ruined that man's life
We cleft his cheese asunder
And destroyed it .....With a KNIFE !!

The anguish in his soul
Such pain no man can bear
He evidently loved that cheese
And we'd murdered it right there
Now ever more in Scottish lore
We're cursed by the Argyll fairies
To repent our sins to the Stilton kings
We blasphemed in Inveraray.


by Archie McKellar

* Crerae - beautiful semi formal gardens on the Argyllshire peninsula.
** nebs - noses
 
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