We have just arrived back from three fantastic days in Scotland with the Mckendrys. As is always the way on any trip north, there is a lot of walking by day and lots of eating, drinking and game playing by night. Highlights included a chilly, foggy walk along the shore of Loch Lomond, where the kids had a ball on huge sheets of ice, smashing pieces together and sliding about. Later that night Neil produced the brilliant game of Trading Pit. None of us had heard of it, never mind played it, but within minutes we were in absolute fits laughing at what is essentially a very basic version of the way the trading floor of the Stock Exchange works. Each player has to yell out the number of the cards they want to exchange with other players in order to get a family of nine matching cards. What makes it hysterical is everyone is shouting at the same time. To make it more interesting, in each round we decided the shouting out had to be done in different languages and accents. The next morning we were still talking about it and someone even said it was the best laugh they'd had all year, not bad considering it was now December 31. On New Year's Eve we went for another walk across the fields and along the West Highland Way before lunch at the castle where Moira and Fraser were married in 1998. Back home we prepped the house for a NYE dinner (beef bourgignon) and night of games and dancing for 14, which was brilliant. This morning, as we cleared up, Fraser struggled to remember much of the evening, even the glass he broke and left in the corner. We met Moira and Fraser's new bessie mates, Gav and Kirsty, who were a massive laugh (though not quite as fabulous as us) and with whom we are now planning a holiday in the Summer without the Mckendrys. Just kidding... or am I?
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I recognise that jacket!
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