The Wal Mart here is called ASDA. I searched the location on google and took my handy city map with me to help navigate myself. I walked about 6 or 7 miles to the ASDA and along the way, found this cool graveyard. Almost all of the stones were knocked over though. I wonder if, over time, the stones become weak and just fall or do people kick the stones and try to knock them over? I see this a lot in the graveyards here. Anyway, I found the trimmers at ASDA and got stuck for an hour just wandering around the store seeing what they had for sale. It's still taking time getting used to seeing the weird groceries available here such as Haggis and black pudding. I walked back home and just as I was reaching the "10 minutes away from home" mark, I got this shooting pain in my left hip. I guess that's what 12 miles of walking non-stop will do to you! So I stopped into the nearest pub and bought a pint and relaxed for about 45 min. I met "Neil", really nice lad. Had some good conversation about what to do in the city. Once I was finished, I walked the rest of the way home, made some hot tea, and took two Advil. I am feeling MUCH better now! I added some more photos to the album, so check 'em out. Not too many though, I didn't have a camera trigger-happy finger today.
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| Scotland 2009-2013 |
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Have you ever heard how the saying "saved by the bell" got started? People in the old days were dying of some awful diseases and they often were not all the way dead, only mostly dead (I swear I'm not making this up); but they were getting buried anyways. Because Great Britain only has so much space, what with being an island and all, they would over time dig up graves to reuse the space. Sometimes they would find claw marks on the INSIDE of coffins. Ick. Creepy way to die. So, to prevent that from ever happening again they would run a string from the coffin to a bell on the outside - if the graveyard people heard the bell ringing they could come dig you up. This was a long story to say maybe the tipped over gravestones were from those people who got to ring their bells. :)
Hmmm....can you smell the banana bread all the way across the pond? I'm going to eat a slice in your honor.
Danny boy, What is all this walking? What about P90X? Or better off, a Vespa scooter. Why? Because the chicks dig it.
Aye!! Sounds like a grand time you be having. Cheers. Dr. Bill
Also, they would at times use the bell to let people know to bring out their sick. They would wander through the streets saying, "bring out yer dead! Bring out yer dead!". Ha, gotta love Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Hey Bill, P90X is not a go right now, I am sleeping out of a very tiny room with hollow floors, so not only would I be jack-hammering my way through the floor doing the Plyometrics, but I would also probably knock myself out slamming into the walls. Chicks dig the Vespa scooters eh? I may have to get one then, I can fix it up too. I may need your help, I would like to turbo charge one and also this really expensive radar detection system (you know, because I am going to be going EXTREMELY fast on a Vespa!).
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