A perfect still sunny day, we escaped the horrors of a Dunfermaline Travel Lodge after a splendid evening in Edinburgh, doing photos for The Times and eating Mexicans with our chums Stella, Noah and Keith. We went to the breakfast venue recommended to us to find that it opened at 11 but served ‘all day breakfasts’. Not having all day we bashed up into delightful Kinross only to find the cafe to be open in 15 minutes with an owner not prepared to let us wait. A passing stranger recommended ‘The Centre’ to us and we found it in a delightfully converted church, spotlessly clean. We devoured a fine meal, our first pancakes, and the ladies laughed when we tried to pay, The centre serves the community, a bus collects people and they sit and eat and chat. It was like a cyclists cafe of the 1930′s, so nice to see a church being used for the purpose it was built for. (fig 1)
Paul sacked our pastry chef. We were aghast until he introduced Israh our new glamourous Miss Friday. We first saw her sitting in a grassy field, she had bought us a picnic lunch all beautifully laid out. We made a right mess of it. In our world there is never a good excuse not to have a picnic. Astrid and Israh set about preparing a massive pasta feast whilst we stayed that night as guests of the Editor of The Times in one of his and his wife’s lodges on a remote moor under azure skies. (fig 2). We have reached Pitlochry and a different Scotland starts here.
On the trip we are pleased to say we have cured the nation’s housing shortage. We take all the thousands of boarded up pubs, factories, flats, shops and houses we have passed, and we convert them into houses.
Tomorrow we solve the traffic congestion problem.
All in a day’s work.
