Today was a walk along a misty Loch Fyne from Furnace to Inveraray with enthusiastic parents and teaching staff (well, the ones that we shamed, cajoaled and down right bullied anyway) striding along and gossiping. The girls and I maintained a steady position mid field so nothing too strenuous especially as I have a sore leg following the run yesterday. On occasion we were tempted to slow as the group behind were having a good laugh at something..the view maybe......It is lovely to get together as a group like that and the feast in the School was the best!! Nothing gets the old legs going quite so well as the promise of cake.
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Sunday, 26 April 2009
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Today was a walk along a misty Loch Fyne from Furnace to Inveraray with enthusiastic parents and teaching staff (well, the ones that we shamed, cajoaled and down right bullied anyway) striding along and gossiping. The girls and I maintained a steady position mid field so nothing too strenuous especially as I have a sore leg following the run yesterday. On occasion we were tempted to slow as the group behind were having a good laugh at something..the view maybe......It is lovely to get together as a group like that and the feast in the School was the best!! Nothing gets the old legs going quite so well as the promise of cake.
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Saturday




Another gorgeous day dawned, and a busy one too. Lots of lovely guests, and they were lovely too to breakfast and see on their way before setting to to do those rooms and get them ready for more lovely guests. We scurried away in order to be able to get to the Seafood Fair at Loch Fyne Oysters where the Inveraray Parent Council had a tea and coffee stall (Posters courtesy of Rosie), strictly in the interest of making money NOT being healthy at all. We did a 2hr stint and I spent more money on all the lovely food surrounding us than had I made a donation to the school and kept my two hours! No matter, we had fun and ate well. We all worked away with Garret on urn duty…a very important position. After sorting guests and children Garret and I left Rosie and Toby watching “The Great Escape” in the tender care of Grandad and made our own “Escape” (spot the seamless link there!) down to The George where we downed a couple of chilled white wines/tequilas and shared a couple of starters. Peter had driven us down there but for the return journey I ditched the high heeled boots into a back pack and we ran the 3.5 miles home (we did not start to run until at Inveraray outskirts for decency sakes). Ohhh that ice water in a bowl felt good when ½ hr later we reached home…..and here is the real rub…The Great Escape had not even finished!! I dreamt of sore feet all night!!
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