I couldn't put it off any longer!
I had avoided my mother for as long as I could, but there comes a time when you have to give in and go visit (only kidding mum – love you to bits)
Last Friday I informed the kids we were going to visit for the weekend and that they should pack accordingly.
Not clothes and the usual stuff that we would pack. Oh No!
Electronic equipment that could have powered Apollo 11 and enough music to see off the SNO!
It appears that the last thing on their minds was 'what am I going to wear this weekend. Oh well.
Craig wasn't too happy and asked me if we 'had to' stay for the whole weekend in an internet-free zone. 'Yes' I told him and he put his headphones back on and I could faintly hear Billy Jo Armstrong swearing his way through another Green Day track whilst being glowered at.
Train from Livi to Edinburgh and then the connection to Wallyford. Quite a short trip I thought. About an hour including the wait at Waverley. Gemma drew breath once during that period and chatted constantly!
I loved it though and she can still wrap me round her little finger! Sigh
The walk from Wallyford to my mum's was accompanied by more 'Are we there yet?' Kids!
Great night's chat and up early on Saturday. Both Craig and Gemma were up early and having breakfast when Craig let out a cry! He has tried to pick up a spoon from his cup of tea and it was red-hot! What was my mum trying to do to him?
From that moment on Craig referred to it as 'Grannys House of Torture'. She laughed heartily at that – and then clipped him round the ear! The cheek of it!
The day was to get 'better' for Craig though as I told him we were off to have a look round the 'Honest Toun'. He was not impressed.
In brilliant sunshine we set off to Lewisvale Park and the up to the top to have a chat with Musselburgh Cricket Club who were preparing the wicket for the winter.
Then I thought I would pay my sister a visit in Whitecraig. 'Where's that?' asked Craig. 'Just through there and along the road a bit' I replied, pointing in the direction of Inveresk.
Halfway along Carberry Road he pointed out that my directions left a lot to be desired. Not at all I replied – it is just along this road.....at the very end.
We spent a lovely couple of hours with my sister (the kids played together – inside on a glorious day)
The a wee walk to the harbour – hee hee hee
Craig started off OK. He had his juice and maltesers.
Once they were finished however (not even reached the Cowpits yet) he trudged along behind us.
I haven't mentioned Gemma yet as she was a star all the way round. The two of us chatted constantly and she listened and made points about the things I pointed out on the trek.
We walked all the way down to the Roman Bridge (I looked for and couldn't find the high water mark plaque at the old paper mill), then down Market Street.
When we got to the Harbour, Craig stated he wasn't moving anymore and promptly sat down on the harbour wall. After 15/20 mins I managed to coax him into strolling along the Promenade and just as we got to the mouth of the Esk, walking around the corner, was my dad!
Great to see him and totally unplanned. We chatted for a bit (and Craig found a bench to sit on) and then walked back through Pinkie School to my mum's.
We walked 6.7 miles altogether – and were out for 6 hours.
Great day (Craig would disagree) – but they were both in their beds for 11 and sleeping!
Can wait to go back (although next time there will be alcohol involved and I may not be walking anywhere)
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