Perth
I had a pleasant breakfast at a very busy café nearby and then took the 11:17 train to Perth. There were a couple of delays and Clare, my 5W host, and I messaged each other a lot. The Perth train station was huge and deserted looking. The Stirling train station, in contrast, was quite beautiful.
A woman asked me for help because she couldn't figure out a way to get out of the station without having to go up stairs or a runway or "lift" and she couldn't because she was afraid of heights. I couldn't help her--I was lost-- nor find an employee to help her.
Finally I found my way out and waited a bit and Clare picked me up in her "baby car". We went to a cute cabin-like restaurant for lunch by the River Tay.
Then we went to her house which was on a busy road. Her house was scary at first and I looked up area hotels. But her living room is charming
and the bedroom, her daughter's former bedroom, is nice. The bathroom is fine. The halls are dangerous, especially for a senior! And the kitchen is an awful mess. Still, she made us a nice soup and afterwards we had cheese, oat cakes and grapes with rosé wine.
There was a storm, actually named Amy, last night, lots of rain and noise! Her house was built in 1760 and has the original panes of glass and shutters!
*first stanza:
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickerin brattle!
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