Ok, that might be a slight exaggeration. Unless you define conquer as walking 9 miles from Kirkcaldy (pronounced Kur-caw-dee) to Aberdour (pronounced Abber-dower). And because my legs hadn't yet fallen off, I decided to spend another hour or so rambling around Aberdour and Aberdour Castle. Because who knows when I'll get back to Aberdour.
For the record, my legs do now feel like they could fall off.
Aberdour Castle was fairly small, and the price to get in seemed a bit steep for what you get. But what made it worthwhile was the wedding they were having there! The wedding was in pre-reception mode, a.k.a. drinks out on the terraced gardens. So I entertained myself mocking in my head the hats some of the ladies were wearing. (Oh to have had my little sis there to mock the hats with!) And taking stealth pictures from inside the castle ruins of the crazy hats and the men-in-kilts. Heh, heh, heh.
Pictures to come of both the walk and the crazy hats!
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Yay! applause, cheers
You done good. In fact, you done put me to shame. I'm going to go off and do something Useful, exercise-wise. Though not whilst wearing a funny hat for fear someone might take a picture of me.
Where are the stealth pictures of the MIK?
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