There Ain't No Devil, It's Just God When He's Drunk

Also, came down with piggy flu because I eat like an oinker (just a sinus cold), so I've been feeling drained and can't be bothered to troll the webz for things of interest.

Scottie and I did manage to get away. I was still only feeling about 77% alive, but with the help of my good friends Ibuprofen, I was up and out the door by 10 to take the train across to the Kingdom of Fife. Scottie and I picked up the Astra, and away we went! I had the wonderful idea that I wanted to wild camp for my birthday. Scotland has this 'free wandering' law (or lack of law) that allows hikers, hobos, hippies, brokebackers, and the like to wander across the land open access style, camping wherever they see fit (just as long as it's not on private land, and even then the details are sketch). I was hoping that me and a few pals could get away, find a desolate patch of land, pitch a few tents, light a fire, get a BBQ going, and not have to worry about 'lights out', being 'shushed' or whatev. Free and one with nature.

So way back in the day, when me an Blonde H went on our mini-tour of the Highlands, I spotted what looked like a desolate patch off the beaten path. It was a one track road that went past the town of Balquhidder, along two lochs, and ended in a camp site. Excellent, right? So Scottie and I went Northwards to scout it out. The drive was lovely and even though it was pissing it down when we left, it was actually sunny by the time we got to where we were going. And the result was an epic fail. Even though the road was one lane and in the middle of no where, there were thousands of homes (those damn nice big homes that look like they were stolen from fairy tales with their climbing roses and expansive gardens). So way too populated for camping. But at least we know! And the drive was really stunning.

We got back to the Kindom by half 6, got taken out for a meal from the Dad, and then I was off to slumber land. I am now feeling about 86% alive but have a horrible tickly cough and the constant sensation that a thick river of ooze is perpetually coating the back of my throat. TMI?