Scotland, Bonnie

Great to see the Kotteks, seen here perched on the side of a hill above Falkland.


Old Uncle Harry painted this scene in St Andrews - without Jack & George.

Between running marathons (London, Boston, Helsinki), cycling everywhere around Fife and running the household like no household has ever been run before (I wish I had made a copy of the spreadsheet on the fridge), Michael has somehow found time to acquire a taste for the finest Scottish Malt Whisky.

Caryl too, committed in her role of saving the health problems of the universe through her unrelenting pursuit of microbiology at Dundee University which, I need to point out, includes ABSOLUTELY NO work with live animals, also seems to have acquired a taste for Scotland's finest Malts. In fact she was able to name and compare the relative merits of at least 17 different local whiskies. This may be an exaggeration, but then if we didn't embellish things a little then nobody would bother to read the blog.

The Kotteks are enjoying a fantastic life in Wormit, across the Tay from Dundee. However we require them back in Ocean Grove soonish.

George gets friendly with Heather.

Bruce and Cousin Anne contemplating their move from Seil Isle to Palmwoods, Queensland. It was great to see them again.

Bruce once again contemplating the move to Queensland, this time aided by a very peaty malt whisky.

Bruce and George studying Bruce's new toy. A very fast, very orange bike from Norway (I think). Curiously enough Bruce's Pyjama top is covered in Bumblebees. This clearly links him to events in blog post above. Should someone be informing Mr. Ruddock?