Saturday, 19 October 2013

Driftwood

Working Monday to Friday means that I finally have weekends free to do as I please. This weekend I decided to stroll on up and join my dad and the dogs in Cullen (seeing as my Mum was off sunning herself in either Spain or Portugal - I have no idea which!).

When I'm with my parents, 90% of my time is spent either cuddling or playing with dogs as its something I really do miss. I also like to subject them to the camera an awful lot (although Alfie is always ready for a photo opportunity - I swear he is a blogger in disguise).








As I arrived in Cullen straight after work on Friday, we had a sneaky chipper for dinner (White pudding supper for me and a red pudding supper [a Scottish thing which is bizarrely only in the NE of Scotland - central belt they have no idea what you mean] for my Dad). After that it was pretty much an evening of tv and dog cuddling.

Saturday pretty much started the same way as Friday ended. However on Saturday, my dad wanted to take a trip to the graveyard as he has been researching our family tree. As far as I remember, he has managed to trace back to about 1700's. While he was in the graveyard, as it was cold and I was ill, I stayed in the car and got a bit silly with my camera - well what's a girl to do when there is no signal and only an iPhone?Not much really....



Once my dad had navigated his way back to the car, we headed on up to Baxters for a cup of tea and for one of their infamous pancakes. If you're not familiar with Baxters, they are a family run business originating in Fochabers in the NE of Scotland. They sell soups, jams and various other wonderful things all around the world. For me, Baxters is somewhere we used to visit when I was little. I have fond memories of going there for pancakes with my granny and at one point, from what I can remember, they used to do factory tours (I don't know if they still do or not).

 








Pancake demolition complete, it was time to head back to the cottage. On our way back, we went for a drive through some of the smaller fishing villages. One of the villages which we drove through was Findochty.




Once back in Cullen at our cottage, it was time to warm up from the torrential rain with a cup of tea and to spend the remainder of the time relaxing.


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