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Day 3, July 4th |
Braemar is the sweetest, most welcoming, little mountain village in the world!
I fell in LUV with Braemar when Susan & I visited last September –
for the Braemar Royal Highland Games
That’s a National UK event (the Queen attends), and during that weekend
Braemar is packed full of people. But, normally, it’s a very quiet place.
As it happens, the Universe decreed that my second (entirely unexpected) visit
would occur during the ONE OTHER “event” held at Braemar each year:
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Aberdeenshire event, and consists of open houses (entry to historic buildings normally kept quite private!), tea parties, private garden tours, Bar-B-Cues, and the like.
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Facing north from the Tourist Center.
There are several little shops
I did 99.9% of my
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Anne’s right in the pic at left is “Mayree” (Mary), her neighbor. She’s a LUV!
By 3:45 I’d finished shopping,
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Since Mary had been so sweet and welcoming when I met her earlier, I decided to borrow a glass from her. I went through her gate and walked up to her house. The front door was ajar. I knocked and called for her. No answer. I peeked inside and saw no one. But, I didn’t want to go traipsing inside by myself. Looking about, I saw another neighbor, sitting in a lawn chair reading a paper. I went to him, told him about Mary’s door being ajar and her not responding to knocks and calls, and asked him to come with me to check on her.
YES! Of course I was thinking that Mary was down or dead inside!
I was also thinking, “Ooh! I’ll get to meet the Braemar Ambulance folkz!”
(I’m not very nice sometimes! LOL)
Thankfully, the neighbor knew that; if Mary wasn’t standing at her gate waiting to speak to passersby (what she was doing when I first met her), she was in her next favorite place: her garden in the backyard. Sure enough. We walked around the side of her house, and there she was.
Of course, she was happy to lend me a glass. It took about a half hour of chatting with her to GET the glass from her and return to my wine. But, I got to see the main floor of her two-story cottage. It’s several hundred years old, and so quaint! It would require some fairly substantial renovation to be entirely lived in again. (Mary mostly keeps to the kitchen area. I think she sleeps there, as well.) But, what a wonderful place! It’s exactly the kind of place I’d like to live in, were I to move to Braemar.
There you have it!
That’s my “Silly Dead Neighbor Adventure.”
The neighbor (thankfully) was not dead. It was just a Silly adventure … one of the many adventures (Silly or Amazing) that chronically accompany ANY trip I take. LOL
And, Anne got home only 10 or 15 minutes after I finally managed
to pour my first glass of wine.
MORE DAY 3 PAGE OPTIONS (in order of trip occurrence):
Dalmore House Pix
Landrover Safari Pix 01
Mini Vidz from Top of Morrone
Landrover Safari Pix 02
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