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A Thistle

Louise and I attended a wedding at the weekend, in Perth, a lovely city we visited not that long ago.

We got up early, packed the car and headed off. A brief stop off to pick up our buttonholes, thistle for me (to go with the kilt), rose for Louise, and we were soon Perth-bound.

The last couple of times we’ve driven up we’ve always seemed to have problems arriving via the route on the provided map. Not a huge problem normally as you can just drive around until you get your bearings. But it does become an issue when you must be in a specific place at a specific time if, say, you are attending a wedding. Once again we got it sort of right, but couldn’t quite figure out the final few streets.

So, let’s just say there were a few “disagreements” and several “No, not THAT bloody right, THAT one!”, and leave it at that.

Thankfully Perth lies on the banks of the Tay so there is a very easy, and very obvious marker from which to orientate yourself and we did manage to find the hotel in plenty of time. In fact, we hardly had to rush at all and I most certainly DID NOT stab myself with my Sgian Dubh (pronounced, skee-n-doo, a small ceremonial knife that is worn tucked into your sock).
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