My big adventure yesterday was to find the train station. I did my map studying before I left the hotel. The day was nice. I wore Toby’s lightweight pullover and carried a backpack so that I could stop by the grocery store on the way home. As usual I had my camera around my neck. Yes, it marks me as a tourist, but when I see a shot, I don’t want to have to rustle through my backpack to find the camera. An older man standing in front of his Italian sandwich shop told me to go ahead and take a picture of his café – that he would not charge me.
Finding the train station was not a big problem, although I did take a wrong turn and climbed a steep staircase only to end up in a shopping mall. It turns out the train station is under major construction and a bit difficult to get to. Once there, I picked up some brochures on train travel in Scotland and asked the info-man how best to get to Edinburgh on the weekend. Unfortunately, the train does not go all the way to Edinburgh on the weekend. You have to take a bus to Dundee and catch a train from there. If you travel during the week, the train goes all the way to Edinburgh – what’s up with that? Toby may have to take a day off, if he wants to see more of Scotland.
I had better luck at the grocery store; although, when I got in the que to check out, I turned to the man behind me and spoke. It was a mistake. He answered me, and I had no idea what he said. "Pardon me?" He spoke again. I took a wild stab at what he might have said, but I was wrong. How could he understand me, but I could not understand him? I just smiled and nodded my head like an idiot. I managed to buy a few groceries and get them home. I took a few pictures while I was out, but it was a quiet day.
I have painted a couple of small watercolors. One turned out okay; the other one, well, it needs some work. I just can’t seem to get the simple look that I want. I also went back and looked at some past blogs. Gee, where was my brain? It is William Wallace not Wallis. Wallis is the name of my favorite pastel paper – maybe it was a Freudian slip. Toby corrected my blog too; it should be the River Don, not Dun. So why do they pronounce it dun? I found lots of mistakes in other posts. All I can say is, "Sorry." My editing is much better after a few days away from my writing. The same can be said for my paintings.