When I stepped out of my car to take a picture of an old shed on the side of the road, I landed on what I though was grass. Instantly I felt my muscles tighten to keep my ankles straight. I couldn’t feel the ground below the thick grass. It was as though I was […]

Friday night when I got home for the PostBox Jane was waiting up. She and I sat in the kitchen discussing my route to Aberdeen. It was suppose to rain so maybe the Highland Games in St Andrews wouldn’t be so much fun. She suggested I go to Balaster an see Balmoral Castle. A man […]