On our next day off, Anna was at outs again with her lover, and as it was my turn to have the car, I asked her if she would like to go to St. Andrews with me, as I wanted to see the University buildings, and also the world famous golf course that my son in law to be vowed to go and see when they came to visit me. It was all wonderful, and we walked around the whole day looking and marvelling at all the youngsters in their different styles of dress, and also watched some golf being played, and I so wished that Stephan could have been there to enjoy it all!
Later we found a pub, and that was quite a mission, as there was nothing suitable to us around the aeria where we at last found accommodation. And that alone was a mission, as all the cheaper B+B's were full, and the others were way to expensive for our tiny budgets. But we were lucky to spot a backpackers  hostel in a small street, where a South African young man was in charge, and he gave us a dorm all to ourselves, and we thanked him profusely, as he was supposed to fill up one dorm before he started on the next one. Anna being Anna, of course switched on her toothiest smile, and it wasn't long before the young man was like putty in her hands, and he then even gave us instructions on how to get to a nice pub, but as both of us are a bit weak when it came to any sense of direction, we got properly lost, and found a pub, not the one he directed us to, just in time for a meal before they closed the kitchen.
We had a lovely time, Anna of course at her very best, I suppose trying to forget her stormy love life, and as the people were all very friendly, it wasn't long before we were part of a group of happy revellers, drinking and singing some wild Scottish songs.
I was a bitty scared now to have more than a glass of wine, remembering how I had absolutely no judgement after my pub crawling spree with Alex, and the result there off, so I sipped very slowly on mine, but Anna was the belle of the ball, captivating her audience with her wit and vivacity, and they on their part kept plying us with drinks. I had two glasses in the end, unobstrusively sliding it over to Anna, who was having the time of her life. I knew that I had to stay in possesion of my piglets, meaning relatively responsible, as Anna would need a firm hand to get her back to the hostel!
When the pub closed, Anna was not ready to retire, and I had to almost drag her out of the pub, she demanding from the bartender where she could find a decent party! But every one was gone now, and I was left with a very reluctant to go home woman that was feeling on top of the world, and without any sense left, and I had to get her back to the hostel, and I just couldn't find the bally place again!
I was dragging Anna along aimlessly, as I really had no idea as to where to go, and trying to find a living soul in the streets of St Andrews at that time of night was impossible! But by the grace of God I spotted a familiar cafè where we had a coffee during the day, and although it took about two more hours, I eventually got the babbling Anna to safety!