A Clucking Good Time
It was Rach's 30th this weekend, and she thought that she was going to have a quiet romantic weekend with Nick in Pitlochry, whereas in fact he'd secretly arranged for all us mates in Sheffield to go up too. It was great fun; I thought Rach was going to pass out when she saw us all stood there. Rach has already described the weekend in full here, so I'll not re-hash what she's already said (except to say yes, we really did have breakfast with Ronnie Corbett, and yes, we really did go to the National Poultry Show).After leaving Linlithgow we caught the train into Edinburgh and had a really relaxed day. After a quick visit to Waterstones, we sat in a café for a couple of hours drinking coffee and reading the paper, then went for a fantastic lunch at the Mussel Inn, then went and sat in the Café Royal pub for a couple of hours and read our magazines, and then chilled out on the train home. It was great and about as relaxed a day as possible.
Labels: chickens, food, holiday, linlithgow, pitlochry, scotland
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