Thursday, April 29, 2021

Flotterstone

Today we met up with Son-in-Law 1 and went for a walk up from Flotterstone, which is at the foot of the Pentland Hills on the outskirts of the city. This looks like a loch but is actually a reservoir. 

Fresh air, sheep, that sort of thing. All very splendid.

There were various chaps in little boats, fishing. Unsuccessfully, as far as we could see. It wasn't very warm - perfectly pleasant for walking but chilly for sitting still on the water, I'd think. 

There was a strong coconut (not vanilla, as I put before) smell from the gorse.  

Altogether it was a lovely morning. And then I went to the supermarket. You can't have everything. 

Yesterday, Son sent us a little video clip of Little Grandson - who will be 2 next month - at a garden centre. Specifically at the automatic sliding doors. This little chap was 9 months old at the beginning of the first lockdown, and lives half-way up a hill and half a mile out from a shopless village, so shops are a novelty to him, and automatic doors - woo! He ran outside, activating the doors, and then stood patiently waiting for them to shut again before running back in again. It was so cute! 

He's a beautiful child but as a result of lockdown, and also to some extent of his living some distance from us, I've hardly ever cuddled him - only a couple of times when he was a small baby and didn't have any discrimination. However, his big sister knows who we are and is accepting of us, so I'll just have to be patient and believe that we'll be able to establish some sort of relationship in time. 

As I said, you can't have everything.

 

4 comments:

  1. I'm feeling the same way about my grandson, although as you said, we have to be patient. (not my fort) I did not know that gorse smelled like vanilla!

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  2. Whenever we visited my Granny when I was young, I'd go wandering around on the hills behind the farm, hills covered in golden gorse but I never knew it smelled like vanilla! Maybe only the Scottish variety? As for grandchildren, ours are teenagers now (well most of them) and we hardly know them because of the distances between us. Covid, of course, isn't helping.

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  3. I always think gorse smells of coconut, especially when it's warm but will double check it is not vanilla!

    Another grandson I've missed while not blogging or reading blogs. Congratulations to all. Must be so hard not having your usual hands on relationship with them. Hopefully that will all change soon!

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    1. Oh well, maybe it's coconut. It's certainly something!

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