Current home of the Weeesleys

Tomorrow we leave the Wesleys to their cute little town and their labour. God bless their home and that baby, because they are so great and have been the best, most gracious and delightful hosts. I will eagerly anticipate returning here in October where will be greeted by a new 3 month old babe and weather that actually suits the time of year.



We're in Scotland now. What gives it away?



Big duded chucking big rock at our first Highland Games, and in fact, Scotland's oldest, running yearly since 1314. A few big dudes kept to themselves a chucked lots of heavy and awkward stuff. I am man.



St. Andrew's has a long, gorgeous beach like Long Beach on Vancouver Island. On the beach is the oldest golf course, if you like golf.



Beach.



View of St. Andrew's from the beach. Breathtaking and so darling really.




Cathedral ruins.



More Cathedral ruins, because ruins are just as cool as the whole thing in a way, aren't they?




Being cute in the ruins. This is subjective.



Castle ruins. John Knox was imprisoned and martyred here.



More cute. This town is just chock o' block full of cute, ain't it?



The pregnant lady in on the Secret Gardens of St. Andrew's garden tour. Now that is really cute. All that I said about cute before, I take it back. This is as cute as it gets. Seriously.



Blue poppy. This pictu7re is in the worng blog entry. Oh well, too late. It may be accompanied later with metaphorical thoughts, but maybe not.



"The maple and the thistle are the emblems of the free!"