Gallivanting in Dunfermline

Greetings!  You are gazing upon a photo of the Auld Mill House Hotel & Restaurant on the outskirts of Dunfermline.  Yes, Marty is once again in Scotland, and with only a little over a week at home, he decided that he would like my company on this trip.  How could I resist that offer?

I booked a flight in early February and began the arduous task of finding a room for the two of us.  You'd think that would be easy enough, but believe me when I tell you, it can be quite a challenge.  And I have an e-mail box filled with declines that will prove it!

"Why?", you may ask.  Well, tonight it became quite obvious to me, when we were having a delightful conversation with an engineer from Newcastle, England about his working on a site nearby.  Apparently many industries in the area are contracting out people from other countries.  And they all need a place to stay, which is why I have such difficulty finding rooms in the off season. (Or in any season, for that matter.)   My suspicions were confirmed when three oriental men came walking in with computers on their back, ready to check in for the night.  I felt lucky that I had managed to book this place!

We arrived far earlier than expected due to an early landing, no Passport Control Queues, quick luggage retrieval, easy car pick up, and negligible traffic due to the early hour.  In fact, we showed up at exactly 8:25 a.m., much to the surprise of the people who own this place.

We really could have shown up later, had we taken our time and not rushed our way through the airport.  (That would be in reference to my better half.  I would have actually enjoyed having time to catch my breath rather than hustling through the building after only a couple hours of sleep.)  But,  I suppose old habits die hard with some.

 The proprietors here were quite friendly, had the room serviced and made us some terrific porridge.  Slow cooked, as Alan, the owner explained.....  "none of that quick stuff at this place", he assured me.  Actually, cooking the porridge was probably the slowest event of the day for us!

And it was fabulous!  I can see why Goldilocks raided the 3 Bear's stash of the stuff.  Wait!  Was Goldilocks Scottish?  Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if she was!

After breakfast, we were shown our room, which is really quite cute.

Note the fancy towel structures on each bed.  They kind of look like Bishop's hats, don't you think?
I find it interesting that the room comes with a standard size bath towel, and an extra large bath towel, but no washcloth or hand towel.

At this stage of the game, I know to pack my own washcloth.  But what I forgot to pack this time was shampoo.  I forgot that some places seem to think that body wash should suffice for the hair and the body.  I honestly gave it a try today....and, believe me....there is a huge difference.  So, I decided to make it my mission to find a store nearby and buy some shampoo.

Generally, when I travel with Marty, I try to find a place near a train station so that I can easily seek out interesting places to visit while  he is working.  Let's face it.....I've found some pretty awesome sights here on my adventures.  Well....at least I've found them interesting.

So, when I headed out from the hotel this afternoon, the first thing that I did was check out the nearby train station.  It's actually not far from the hotel, but you have to stick to the roads to get there, and so, that makes it a bit longer of a walk.  But, it really is quite convenient.

You can see the hotel roof from the Train Station ramp here.  The only problem with this particular station is that it is unmanned, making the adventure a wee bit more challenging, but not impossible.

After reading through the timetables that are posted outside, I headed back down to the street in search for some sort of store where I could satisfy my mission for soft, clean hair.

I noticed some people jogging through a park, and I decided that I would take a walk along a bike trail to see where it led.

The path was filled with birds chirping and fluttering around.  I spotted what looked like a black capped chickadee, but he had a very yellow belly.  There were goldfinches, and something that looked like an Indigo bunting.  I was having a grand time enjoying the rare sunshine and the singing birds.

But, do you know what my problem is?  I never seem to know when I should just give it up and turn around.  I seem to think that the end of the path will be just around the corner.....kind of like those dunes that we walked along the Oregon coast that never seemed to end.

Well, let's face it, I knew that this bike trail would have to eventually end....and it did.  But was there an Asda?  A Pharmacy?  Anyplace where I could buy a bottle of shampoo?

Nope....not a sign of one nearby.  I passed a cemetery with an old stone wall on one side with a retired Stadium of some sort on the other side of the path.  I passed a parking lot filled with cars, which made me wonder just where those folks were, if there weren't any stores nearby.

But, I kept on going.....and I was lost, for sure, without a map.  But not worried for a minute, because I had been to Dunfermline before, and  knew that it was a big place, but eventually I had to find something familiar.

That's when I spotted this sign:

Piggies Lane was pretty much nothing more but a little side street, but I felt compelled to take a photo. And, when I turned around, this is what I saw:

Now, how was that for luck?  The sign boasted a "you are here" sticker that helped me get my bearings.  I hadn't been on this side of town, but I had been on High Street, and I knew that there were many shops where I could find the source of my quest.

I decided to jaunt across the road to walk along the park, and, suddenly, my right calf decided that it was not happy.  Out of the blue, I had an unbelievable cramp in the back of my leg and I could barely make it across the street.  This is the same leg where my achilles tendon had ruptured years ago, and the peritoneal tendons had torn last year, so, needless to say, I was a bit concerned about what potential damage had suddenly occurred.  After all, I wasn't doing anything crazy. 

But, my foot still worked, so that seemed like a positive sign, and I decided to just take it easy and walk a bit slower and make it my new mission to figure out where the nearest train station was so that I could just take the train back to the hotel.  Obviously, I made it back without incident since I'm able to write this blog so you can stop worrying now.

In the meantime, my adventures took me past Carnegie Hall

 Across the street was St. Margaret's Roman Catholic Church:

If you recall, St. Margaret was Queen Margaret, married to Malcolm III at Dunfermline Abbey, who was instrumental in helping so many pilgrims visit St. Andrews.

I headed down a set of steps, and was surprised to find these beautiful leaf motifs in the concrete.

The road led me straight to small store, sort of like a pharmacy, where I easily (and inexpensively) purchased a bottle of shampoo.  (My hair will be happy now....and so will I!)

I headed out the door, turned the corner, and spotted a yarn and fabric store that I just couldn't resist walking into.

The ladies were so friendly, and I ended up buying this:

Doesn't look like much, does it?  But wait until you see what it will become:

Pretty cool, don't you think?   Well, at least I thought it was.

The store was just a few building from the information center, so I popped inside, had a wonderful conversation with the attendant who was from Poland.  She loaded me up with brochures and, more importantly, a map where she highlighted the route to the train station.

Lucky for me the station was downhill.  And, when I disembarked at the next stop, that was all downhill as well.  So, I managed to make it back to the hotel, with my mission accomplished:  a bottle of shampoo, plus a few other unplanned items.

And, when Marty returned from work, we went to the bar for dinner, where he enjoyed Scottish Steak Pie with a Bellhaven Best.

He doesn't even look tired, does he?

New Year's Eve Celebrating

Well, it's nearly 2013 and let's face it, it's been one busy year for this gallivanting gal!  

Someone recently asked me if I'd have ever imagined in my teenage days, that I'd be traveling so much in my life. My response was that I would never have imagined this much excitement even two years ago!

My life has certainly been filled with many blessings and I am so very fortunate to have been able to share so many entertaining moments with my blogger followers, few as you may be. 

This last day of 2012 was yet again filled with lasting memories.

We started the morning with my parents

And we even managed to get Dad to smile for the photo!

Then, later in the day, we had fun with the grand-cuties!  They surely are growing up so quickly.

And it just wouldn't be New Year's Eve without the traditional milkshakes.  

Oh, and by the way....they were FABulous!

No matter what your New Year's Eve tradition may be, I hope that your evening was special.

So, let me finish off this year by wishing you all health and happiness in 2013.

Happy New Year!  

Holiday Travel, Day 2

As promised, here is the photo showing the view from our room in Bristol, VA.

Told you it was a gardener's delight.  In case you are wondering, you are looking at bags and bags of mulch.  How's that for excitement?

But, the fact of the matter is that we are here just to sleep, and tonight is actually rather quiet.  Perhaps a good night's sleep won't seem like an impossible dream.

In the meantime, we had a great day, celebrating the first birthday of our grandson.  We had a blast!

The little guy is just loads of fun and we're so glad that we made the effort to be part of the celebration.

Although Buster doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic.

One thing's for certain.  Buster seems to be quite happy with our hotel choice.

He seems to have made himself right at home!

Well, he may as well enjoy himself, because tomorrow will find us back on the road again, headed for more adventures!

Let's hope that they are all good ones!.

Holiday Visiting

You just never know what interesting sites you may encounter while attempting to avoid a traffic jam on I-81.  And the above photo is certainly proof of that!

We had exited the highway when it appeared that some sort of accident had occurred down the road.  Tom Tom (our GPS) was all confused, and Marty kept saying that he wanted to turn around.  I had the map opened in my lap, and it was perfectly obvious to me that we could reach our intended destination following my directions.  But, as is often the case, I found myself in competition with Tom Tom.

Tom Tom almost won the battle....until we rounded the corner and found ourselves right at the point where I had predicted.  (Imagine that!)

And, to highlight the adventure, two dinosaurs stood looming over the highway.  Now, what are the chances of that happening?

It didn't take long until we reached our destination, the Strasburg Hotel, which we have visited several times in the past on our long trek to southern Virginia.

As I've mentioned before, this place is a a quaint old hotel which brims with Southern Hospitality.  A bit eccentric, I'll admit.  In fact, I've decided that I should make up a lamp scrapbook from the place, just for kicks.   Here's the latest object d'art.

The hotel isn't for everyone, as Amy will tell you, but Marty and I can't help but be captured by the charm.

Plus, at this point, the limited staff recognizes our faces.  Buster loves the place, and you can't beat a dog fee of $10.00 for the night.

Here's a lovely view from our hotel room after check in.  

We had dodged the snow but could still enjoy the beauty and tranquility that it instilled upon the town of Strasburg.

We've arrived at our destination, and have decided to stay in a hotel this time, since there are three of us and the dog.  This place is also dog friendly, but for a much steeper price. Also, NO Smoking, which is hard to find in this area.  And even more difficult, apparently, is finding patrons who follow the rules as became quite apparent last night.

But the room is comfy and close to Becky's, although the view leaves much to be desired.

Just wait until I post that room view photo.  A Gardener's delight......maybe!

Happy Moments

It's that time of year when people are rushing here and there, all aflutter with worry, wondering if they will manage to get everything done in just a few short weeks as we head full force into the Holiday Season.

So, I'll keep this brief.  

While the world around me is rushing around in a tizzy, I am definitely not.

Because, this weekend is one of celebration.

Our "baby" is graduating from college, having completed a degree in Chemical Engineering.  And, where else would we be but with her, attending the festivities that she deserves, having worked so hard to achieve this goal?

Joined by her grandparents who are also so proud of her accomplishments:

But wait!  There's more fun to share:

Because Santa is one really entertaining guy.  And, you don't have to take my word for that, because, obviously, there is a cutie-pie little girl who finds him entertaining as well.

And let me remind you,  the weekend isn't over yet!    

Happy Thanksgiving!

All is good here, how about at your place?

We had some special friends over for dessert tonight. The general consensus was that the pies were Fabulous, the crusts were flaky and delicious, and the Scottish Cream Cheesecake was delectable.

The Pumpkin Custard was apparently tasty, and no one questioned the unusual presentation.

But, to be quite honest with you, the friends whom we invited came to enjoy our company.  They are not food critics.  And we had such a great time with them.   Memories to warm the heart.

We enjoyed each other's company, laughing and having a grand time.....just as a holiday should be celebrated.

Nope.....they didn't come for the dessert.

But.....come to think of it, they did all have seconds, 

.....so perhaps they did come for the desert after all!

I hope that you all had an equally exciting day.  Happy Thanksgiving!!

Pie , anyone?

Oh, I knew that little guy was laughing at me....

I just didn't know what was in store for me.

As you can see, the Pecan Pie came out looking FABulous!  (As well as the white chocolate/craisin Cinnamon rolls....but we're focusing on pie here.)

I was rolling along, pumpkin chiffon filling cooling, just about ready to finish and pop in the pre- cooked pie shell, which also looked Fabulous, by the way.  (You probably think I'm bragging.....well, don't get too excited yet.)

The pumpkin custard pie was baking, nearly done.  It was about the most perfect looking pumpkin custard pie that I have ever seen.  (note the word "was"). 

I tested the center with a knife, and felt that the pie needed just a few minutes more in the oven.

So, I went to pop it in the oven, put it on the rack, and all of a sudden.....

My pie plate was nearly vertical, having slipped, somehow, out of my hand....with half of the pie hanging sort of in mid-air in the plate, and the other half lying in a heap on the oven door.

It all happened so fast.  I wasn't sure what to do.  When the oven door is open, I can't access the cupboard that has my cookie sheets that I could have slid under the hunk of pie that was hanging on the door.  As I rushed around, looking for something to try to "rescue" what had been perfect (and you'll just have to take my word on that one), my ever-so helpful husband came over, looked at the oven, then said to me,  "How did that happen?"

Don't worry.......he's still alive.  Although he did mention how he needed a walk shortly after my response which I will refrain from putting into print here.

Thinking that it would help the situation, he said that he'd be glad to run to the store to buy another can of pumpkin.  I told him that he could forget that idea.  There was no way I was starting over. (Plus, let's face it, there are two other pies to choose from here.)

Well, somehow, the clever man convinced me to arrange all of the pieces back into the pie plate, as if nothing had happened.  (Don't you for one minute think that really worked).

Then, he went on, "cover the whole top with Cool Whip and no one will notice the difference."

Ok, I'll admit that  I probably looked like I had 3 heads after that suggestion.  But then I remembered a similar incident when I was a kid, and somehow dropped a cake that was freshly baked, crying at the resulting heap of broken cake pieces.  My mother had this novel idea that we could just put it together with Cool Whip.  Make up a new dessert.  

And you know what?  She was right!  Everyone loved it!  (Although we didn't add it to our "favorites" list to make year after year.)

So, the "pie" is back in the plate....sort of.  The crust around the edge is pieced together, but no one will know that, once I cover the top with Cool Whip.   Unless you're invited to my house for desert tomorrow and you're reading this blog.  (Oops!)

If I have time tomorrow, I'll let you know how it all turns out.

In the meantime.......HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

Gallivanting through the Kitchen

Nope....I'm not out gallivanting.

Although I did head out to the grocery store today, and we all know that two days before Thanksgiving can be crazy.  But, I somehow managed to avoid the loonies, and even had a pleasant cashier.  Now, how nice was that?

But I digress from the purpose of this blog.  On our recent road trip, while sitting for hours in the car, I decided to browse through the pile of magazines that were stacking up that I never seem to find time to read.

You know how it is.....no food for hours in the car....looking at picture after picture of delectable delights.   Every page seems like a grand idea worth trying.   I managed to resist most temptation, but decided that this year would be the one to make the pie crusts from scratch.

The Woman's Day magazine had an "easy pie crust" recipe and instructions, and it sure convinced me to give it a try.  

Or, should I say that it sure tricked me?  Let me just say that I know why the Pillsbury Dough Boy was my good friend once.

There's something to be said about opening a box, pulling out the plastic sleeve, cutting it open, pulling out the pie crust and inserting it in glass pie dish.....perfect.  A little fluting around the edge and Wha La!  Pie crust!  What did that take....about 5 minutes total?  Times three that comes to about 15 minutes from start to finish.  

What did it cost?  Well.....if it is Pillsbury pie crust, then I'd say 2 pkgs. for $5.00.  Two pies per box.  But, let's face it, you have to buy two packages regardless....so the total cost:  $5.00.

But, I'll be honest with you here.  It probably wouldn't be Pillsbury.  It would probably be Shurfine brand, which really is Sure Fine with me!  And, that would generally run a sale of 2 pgs. for $4.00.

Now, let's compare that with making it from scratch.  Measuring the flour, cutting in the shortening, adding the water to make a ball.  The recipe called for the dough to then be flattened into a disc, wrapped in plastic wrap, and refrigerated for 30 minutes.  That worked for me, since I was making three pies anyway.  And, I can tell you that by the time I finished the 3rd disc, it had been 30 minutes.

Then, there's the rolling of the dough.  Let's just say that it wasn't a pretty sight:

Although I will admit that the end result (prior to baking) looked rather impressive:

What did it cost?  A grand total of $2.25.  How much time was involved?  Well...with clean up...I'd say about an hour and a half.  But that included putting a little white dog in and out a couple of times, and chasing him out of the powder room a few times.  (He must have felt neglected or something.)

Was it worth the effort?   Well, the real test won't be until Thursday, when we taste test the finished product. 

In the meantime, I thought that I spotted this little guy laughing at me.

We'll see......

Cake, anyone?

That's one cute cake, don't you think?

"Who's Buster? "  you may ask.   It was quite obvious that the lady at the bakery counter had the same question in mind by the look she gave me when I asked her to write "Happy Birthday Buster" on the cake.

Actually, this reminds me of a quick story.......Once had a dishwasher repairman at the house.  An older gentleman who kind of looked like Benjamin Franklin.  Well, he had his head stuck into the dishwasher, looking for the problem, when the dog decided to go a bit crazy.
I yelled, " That's enough, Buster!".  The repairman pulled his head out of the dishwasher and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

It appears that he had been referred to as "Buster" sometime in the past. Who knew?

Well, by now, if you didn't already know, you've figured out that Buster is the family dog.  Yesterday was his birthday.  Fourteen years old.  Seemed worth celebrating.

And why not have some fun with it?

Buster was certainly up for it.

There was some fun singing "Happy Birthday to you"

And, of course, the blowing out of the candles.

Nope, there are not 14 candles on the cake.   We didn't want Buster feeling too old.

And we sure did all enjoy that yummy creation!

As much fun as these past few days have been, it's time to once again pack up Buster and head on home.  I've got lots to do at home to get ready for Thanksgiving Dinner.  

But before I close, let me take this opportunity to wish all of you bloggers a blessed holiday with family and friends. May the day be truly special for all of you.

Happy Turkey Day!

Fun on the Road

We've spent a LOT of hours on the road these past few days, but I can assure you that we have not been disappointed.

This little guy certainly kept us entertained.

There were so many firsts to enjoy,  including some new pearly whites that I managed to capture on camera.

with a great big smile after a big bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.

Then, over the river and through the woods......   (for many more hours)  to more excitement.

The oldest grandchild, who recently turned three.

And the youngest, who seems to almost always have a smile on that adorable face. 

Ok, so I know that the outfit doesn't match, but I couldn't resist popping that Scottish Tam on top of that cute baby's  head.  And, really....... she loved it.  The rest of the gang, however, thought she looked "ridiculous".  You needn't comment if you agree with them, by the way.  I reserve my right as a grandparent to have fun.  And, the best part of the tam is that it is One Size Fits All, so she'll be able to wear it into adulthood.  Bet you can't beat that!

Yep, it's been fun........and, the best part is..........

It's not over yet!

Relaxing in Strasbug

Does that photo look familiar?  It's Marty drinking a Fat Tire Beer in the Strasburg Hotel Restaurant.  A familiar sight to my regular blog followers.  We found this gem of a place a little over a year ago, when Becky moved down to Bristol, VA and I found it way too stressful to make the 500 mile drive in a day.

Now, we have done that trip in one day several times, but in the winter, when the dark comes early, there's something to be said about taking a break from the crazy truck traffic and breaking up the trip.

It's not far from the highway, and an early start will get us to Bristol right around lunchtime with the rest of the day available to be entertained by our grandson.

Now, I ask you, where else can you find a room for $68.00 a night that looks like this?

And, permits small dogs in the room for a $10.00 fee?  

Ok, so I'll admit that we're paying $78.00,  but that includes breakfast (for us, not for Buster....but no worries, we did bring dogfood for him.

The staff is friendly and eager to please.  The water in the shower is hot.  The room is quiet, probably because there are few people here in this hotel.  Really, it can't be beat.

Now, if this type of style doesn't suit you, you can choose the  Ramada or the Fairfield hotels that are located right off of the highway.

But, I'll bet you don't find one of these in either of those places:

They sure do have the most unusual collection of lamps in this place.  Gotta love it!