We were up early the next morning, bustling around furiously to get ready for our trip to Scotland. As the road ran downhill from the house, we decided to walk, saving the money a taxi would cost us, and we were quite pooped by the time we got to the station.

Anna was tight lipped and quiet, as she was still very cross about the previous night, so on the train to London I just sat reading, trying to ignore the dirty looks she threw my way! But once on Kings Cross station, she started to thaw, and as we had to communicate about where to go, she even started talking to me, and it wasn't too long before she looked quite her old happy self, and we had a nice time waiting on our train, walking around, she doing what she loved most, ogling every handsome man, me also noticing them, but more interested in the other sights! Not that my libido wasn't revved up by a sexy guy or two!
Ten minutes to twelve we were reclining on our allotted seats, and Anna was very happy to inform me that a youngish guy a bit further up the isle was ogling her! I was thankfull, as she got bored easily, and on such a long trip it would be hard on her without a little flirtation!
We decided to treat ourselves by having lunch in the dining car, but a good look at the prices sent us back speedily, leaving a baffled waiter to stare after us, maybe wondering what he had done wrong! We settled on buying a sandwich and coffee from the small food wagon that came around regularly.
I could see that Anna was getting uncomfortable, and wondered at this, as her beau down the isle were still there, but on closer inspection I found that he was staring at her with a strange expression in his eyes, and it scared me. When he saw me watching him he stared at me for a long time, his face expressionless, but his eyes scary! The guy then, after noticing me, started staring at me too, his eyes fixed on my face, then back to Anna.
I told her that I was scared, as I needed the toilet, but the moment I got up, this man started getting up, and then Anna got up, and he again made as if to rise, but sat down as we sat down. We decided to stay put, ignore the stares, and hope that he got off soon. We both exhaled loudly when he got off at York , and with a last look at us through the window, disappeared amongst the crowds. If ever I encountered a bally pervert, I think that was one!
After about five hours the Great Western Flyer deposited us at Stirling station where Joe would meet us. We had a few unsettling moments when we got off the train, and no Joe in sight, and we were just starting to really worry, when we saw him come over the pathway leading over the rails. Phew!
After giving us both a hearty hug, we proceeded to the parking lot, where Anna quickly got into the front passenger seat, and immediately started charming Joe with her sexy, fruity voice! Oh, she was a hussy!
It was a beautiful road to Strathyre, the village that was to be our home for a few months, with patches of daffodils dancing happily in the breeze, lining the road as far as we went. The trees had just started putting on their summer clothes, and the different shades of soft grrens were a delight to my eyes. Anna was so busy impressing Joe that she never even noticed the daffodils. as I found out later that night, but she stopped suddenly when the most awfull stench invaded the cosy car! I was wondering whether it was Joe or Anna who made the stinky, and poor Anna, maybe worried that Joe would think she was the culprit, looked to me with huge terrified eyes, asking me silently if it was me!
But Joe was unconcerned, and when he did notice our dilemma, he laughed and said that there was a pig farm just off the road, and after a good rain and then sunshine, it always smelled like that. The relieve on Anna's face was just so funny, making me laugh out loud!The photos show Strathyre's village shop with the Ben Sheann hotel across the road, and Anna and Joe on our arrival in Strathyre.