Tuesday, September 8, 2009


From Holy Island we drove north along the coast, into Scotland, making our way eventually to Edinburgh and the Mortonhall Holiday Park, our home for the next several days.

 A Highland bovine in the Mortonhall complex; this is what a
hippie longhorn would look like

Mortonhall was a large baronal or ducal (or whatever) estate
in years past; now it is a holiday park, holiday homes,
condos, a golf course, tennis, restaurant, lounge, farm,
and, yes, a crematorium; diversification is everything these

Tenting out of a Porsche; I love the style; Vicki and I did it in
the 80s out of a 911; I still relish a moment in Colorado when,
the battery dead, she actually pushed the monster to start it,
while I sat in the driver's seat, laughing hysterically; she was
afraid of it; with good reason;  but I now prefer our current rig;
when camping
One sees all manner of rigs; this world-traveler is from Switzerland

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