Buzzing around London was damp and cool. Edinborough was cool and damp as well. The winds blew in the highlands of Scotland, but oh my were those mountains beautiful. When the rains eased, we could see that the mountains were covered with heather--that lovely purple-blue flower that smells so good, just almost glowed. It wasn't just on the roadsides and up the hills bit. It was all the way up the mountain! When there were spots where the heather let up , the green, green grass grew. As it was in Ireland, in each little stone divided plot, the grass was a different hue of green. The weather in upper England and all of Scotland must not have been so bad according to the sheep, cows and horses. (It felt the same to me .)In Ireland, the sheep would all be lying down in the fields--very few of them up grazing. That didn't seem too odd, I don't know much from sheep tho. The cows in the field--alot of them were lying down too, some up grazing also. As we moved on down the way, lo and behold the horses were flat out supine in the field. I thought they were all dying. Horses don't lay down unless they are sick here in the south. I was told, when I sought a smarter answer than I had (I know that's hard for me to admit. ), I was told that they wanted to keep their beds warm and dry. That caused a chuckle and I still don't believe it. No one really noticed very much what they were doing this trip.
It was a great trip. It can be trying to get so many seniors together of varying ages from 55-187 for 16 days and keep everyone all happy, in one mind and accord. For the most part we did it. I've learned that one woman can order 1 bowl of soup, share 1/2 of my sandwich , and drink 1 and 1/2 cups of tea and do it in 1 hour flat. Me--eating the same meal was 15 minutes and done. I guess it makes a difference if you've been retired 30 years and I still work and scarff my lunch in 10-15 minutes~~most of the time thinking I've had a leisurely meal.
That was just one of the many wonderful things that I learned while I was away~~but that's all for another time...and that's how I will remember it.
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