Scotland part 2
Life does have a habit of not going to plan doesn’t it. Rich’s first week away and the first a&e trip of the month.
That had been my only worry really, with him not being around. I pride myself on being good in a crisis, I’m not a fusser, quite calm – until it comes to anything requiring a sense of direction. Not only do I not possess one, I don’t think I even have the parts required in my brain to get one. I can’t picture how one road actually connects to another, how on earth you get from A to B. Give me a motorway and I’m happy, there are big signs everywhere and if you take a wrong turning you just get off at the next junction, and I can map read well too. But roads – no chance. Rich, after 18 years together still gets frustrated at my complete inability to find anywhere (when I first took him home to meet my family we went to town shopping. On the way there I directed him to drive the way I knew, the way the the bus went. On the way back he found a much quicker way, he couldn’t believe I had lived there all my life and went one of the longest ways!) He says things like, ‘well, the river is on that side and that makes that direction north and we want to be going east so it must be this way…’, I mean, what is he on about???
So on Sunday after at 7.15 am start the boys were in a nippers competition at Porthcawl, about 40 mins away. Tom was jumping off the dunes after his races and cut his foot on a rock, well, took a chunk out. The life guards cleaned him up and bandaged him but I had to take him home, I left Ad with some of the other parents. But when I looked at it when we got home it was still quite sandy – and green. So I phoned the after hours surgery, it turns out our local hospital doesn’t have the facilities to clean a wound (!!!!!!) so I had to take him to the Heath in Cardiff. I know its only half an hour away and I’ve been there plenty of times with Rich and in an ambulance, but I’d never driven there, or Cardiff, if I want to go shopping I get the train as its quicker and cheaper. So the panic sets in then. I’m trying to organise childcare for Ad when he gets dropped back, I’m aa routing the route, I’m trying to call Rich to let him know and the nippers parents to let them know where to drop Ad back too and I’VE GOT TO DRIVE TO CARDIFF AND FIND THE HEATH!
I got lost – but we found it. They sorted Tom out, cleaned him up and bandaged it, he was so, so brave – and we got really, really lost leaving.
But at least I know my way to the heath now.
Pretty pictures now: (Tom did make me take one of his foot but its really rank, I won’t show you that one!)
Castle Strachur, a turbulent past and gorgeously ruined ( ooh, that would make a good epitaph)
always times to scim a stone…
Walking in the Trossacks, gorgeous and the perfect place to learn about Rob Roy and the Campbells, a fabulous part of our history
Totally stunning, mountains, lochs, waterfalls and weird moss covered trees – what more could you ask for
One more post to go including the tallest tree in Great Britain and a bit of Island hopping x
