Last Thursday all packed and ready to go, our little family of three jumped onto a plane at the bouremouth airport and headed off to the Preswick Airport just outside of Glasgow. We had been rather excited about the trip for ages, as James used the credit from his South African Return Air Ticket to plan this, and were happy to be able to take our Little Sage off on his first air flight.
We arrived after five, and met up with Simon who flew from Stansted. Sage was so good, and even fell asleep during the landing which impressed many on lookers. Getting on the road after some procrastination was fun, we had hired a 2006 model of the Vauxel Vectra, and I was the named driver <grin>. We decided to stop off at the WEE CURRY SHOP for some late dinner, and then climbed the Scotish Highlands towards our destination. After midnight we parked quietly at our accomodation. A 4 star guest house in Granton on spey, with a luxurious family ensuite room that lent Sage a room of his own ( much to our delight).
Friday morning, 7.30am. James frumped around thinking he was keeping quiet. Sage was still asleep ( hadn’t heard him all night so was a bit on edge) – the morning was fresh and I prepared myself for the rated full breakfast.
We were soon on the road to the Cairngorm Nation Park, and travelled to the central funicular train that transported us 1000 meters above sea level. We were very lucky to be able to see a 100 mile view, and indulged in a hot chocolate away from the 7 degree temperature without the cutting winds.
Saturday was the BIG DRIVE. We headed out early, and arrived home late – passing through the Glenlivet Distillery , a ruined castle, Elgin ( where there was a Cashmere Mill that was closed because it was October and boasted cardigans that were being sold for 180 GBP), the FindHorn Community ( which is an ecovillage that had James and Simon intrigued with delight! It was filled with houses that they had only ever seen in books; such as a straw bale house and ones with state of the art design to be of minimal impact to the environment and with reduced use of energy), Inverness and finally the Loch Ness. Simon promised to go for a dip, so stripped down despite the twilight and chills. James and I practised our Tai Chi and Sage quivered.
Sunday was a disaster. Simon knocked on our door at 8.30am ( we had agreed to be at breakfast packed and ready by 8.00pm). James and I rushed downstairs, quickly ate our breatkfast packed, but were only able to leave at 10:15am. Doing the Math should create some concern. Out gates to check in closed at 13:15pm and we had 300km to travel on a single laned motorway and then through a city. I had to bite the bullet, driving upto 100miles an hour at times. James and Simon chatted nervously, but we all knew there was very little chance of making it. To cut a long story short – Sage started screaming, James grabbed his essentials ticket and passport. we arrived at 13:14pm. He ran in forgeting Sage, Simon ran after him. I took the car to the parking lot. Simon helped me unload our bags. James came running saying that the manger was waiting. I checked in. We were escourted to the Security check. James couldnt find his passport. James ran around looking for it. I repacked our hand luggage, and found the passport. We made it to our departure gate, faced by a surprised flight attendent we climbed a flight of stairs with our buggy and ran onto the runway. We made it. Our little Sage had been flirting his way through all the gates, breaking all the rules. His patiences and stability kept us sane.
So, We had a great time and make it home. Our 10 year goal is to make it back to Scotland, but to make it our home. Both James and I found a certain peace there.
Oh yes!!! And Sages first tooth broke through on Saturday! YEAY!Â
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