Snow Times At Braemar High

So in an effort to relax and unwind a little bit since by all rights I should be in Dubai right now I decided to take a long weekend up in Braemar.

Of course perhaps a trip up to a remote highland town during one of the most severe weather fronts was not the best idea. I made it up in one piece but when the snow hits you on those twisty roads it's quite a thing to not drive off the side to your friary death.

The oddest thing (or perhaps not) is the fact that most of the inhabitants of this little snowy town are either Eastern European or form the Philippians. Hotel workers are the most transferable skill base these days.

Not only that...you also have the tourists. Now being form Glasgow of course that's how people were looking at me but I has hoping that this trip would establish my Scottish Routes. Not much as I was in the town for 5 Min's and I had to get a push after getting stuck in the snow.

Now the whole place was covered in snow and it was beautiful, I mean i loved it. Getting all wrapped up and walking in it was a real treat. By the Sunday the sun was shining and it wasn't even cold walking for hours was just a thrill.

I was walking over the bridge back to the hotel when a group of people from a specific area of London were appreciating the lovey scene from the bridge. When one of them shouts out is his best cockney accent, "Oh man that is lovely. I mean that is just beautiful. You know what? if I had my camera right now. I would take a picture of that".

Wow! Thank you so much. What a stamp of approval on my Country you Jackass. That you would take a picture of a lovely Scottish scene if only you had bothered your arse to pack a camera, take it out your pocket, hit the power button, raise it to your eye and click the shutter release for a second...thereby capturing the moment for all time. Bawbag!!!

Mr Bison