I was attacked by a swan today. A vicious, cracker-eating swan. I'll try tomorrow to post a picture of it (it was quite friendly until it tried to eat my book and then me).
Also, I walked around a very nice Loch and then climbed the hill to the penis-shaped Wallace monument, and then climbed the 236 stairs up to the top of that.
And then realized I'd left my camera in the car park.
So my legs are tired and I have no pictures of the best view I've seen in my life. Poop.
Just me and my frog
1 comment:
I am incredibly jealous. I would gladly get attacked by a swan, scratch that... 50 swans, if it meant I could go to Scotland.
Well, maybe not 50 swans.
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