Originally posted by Kerrowdown Whoa Nellie. There is that Scottish, razor sharp wit that I have become familiar with. I had an aunt that was born just outside of Glasgow. The village name escapes me at the moment. Her mother had the thickest Scottish brogue you can imagine, but what a classic wit she was. If you sat down at a table with her, in about three to five minutes, she would have you writhing in pain from laughing so hard, your stomach muscles were begging for mercy. I have a good friend who lives in Bristol, England. Each year he and his family vacation in a town by the name of: (Please forgive any misspelling here) Pitlochery, or Pitchlorey. He did send many photos from there and it is quite beautiful. But, then again, so is Scotland, period. Thanks for the laughs, I really needed it today.
Regards,
Tonytee