Today was a sad day for all. We had spent a week in the highlands and it was now time to leave. We had breakfast and then dad packed the car.
For the first time in the Cairngorms, the sun was shining. We therefore decided to do one final walk around a small loch in the woodland. Unfortunately we couldn’t do the whole walk due to tree felling. I didn’t feel like walking therefore I stayed in my pushchair and dad pushed me. Though short the walk was lovely.
Once done we headed south to Perth. I decided to have a little sleep. During this time dad made two photo stops.
Once in Perth we immediately left. On the outskirts there was a nice park with a tea room where we had lunch. We then walked up a river towards the town of scone and back again. It was pleasant. I didn’t fancy walking here either.
We made a stop at an M&S food hall in Dunblane before making it to our apartment for 5 nights. As dad drove slowly in I thought mum had made a mistake. I had seen war zones on tv look more habitable. Dad gingerly got out of the car, made sure it was locked three times, and went off. I wasn’t sure if I would see him again.
He came back white and with a key. It looks like we are in the right place. Dad had named 53 Avenue Park, Bridge of Allen … Nelson Mandela House. I didn’t get the joke.
I walked inside and it was scary. It was a set of 1970s flats with concrete stairs and a dodgy handrail. This time I did walk and quickly. Once on the top floor we opened the door to the flat and … it was lovely… the inside was really nice. I decided to forget the outside and mum closed all the curtains.
Dad Emptied everything from the car. Once done he had a cup of tea and then left. I wondered where he was going. 10 minutes late he was back … with grandma and grandad! They had taken the train to come and see us … here! Lucky them.
We all sat down and ate Chinese mum and dad had bought from M&S earlier.
Let’s hope tomorrow is better
Toodle pip!
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