Tam n pups winter trip 2022

[brysee]

You'll be pleased to hear I'm even further away from you than last time as I'm now at Santa Pola


... or am I telling porkies?

No one seems bothered where you are
You can't be as interesting as tam and his dogs

 

[Northernraider]

Just avoiding it here.

I think it might get us later though.

Yes, same at Torrevieja! Stopped now though.

Ian

Thankfully it was short lived it seems to be brightening up a bit . I thought I was going to need a jacket on there for a minute .

 

[G-RMPS]

Denia is colder and wetter than Perth. Should I go home?

 

[Northernraider]

Denia is colder and wetter than Perth. Should I go home?

Really?

Jees you should head south lol . I mean it's not sunbathing weather here but still 15° and only a 7 minute shower so far .
Think my mum said it was 4° in Dunfermline

 

[iain26]

14c on North coast of Scotland this morning apparently!

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[G-RMPS]

Deleted

 

[Northernraider]

14c on North coast of Scotland this morning apparently!

It struggles to get that in summer

 

[Feltwell]

There's this weird wet stuff falling from the sky this morning and it's cold

This is not acceptable

Could be worse, I was cheered up greatly by it only being -3 here last night and reaching a tropical 6 degrees today!

 

[Northernraider]

Could be worse, I was cheered up greatly by it only being -3 here last night and reaching a tropical 6 degrees today!

Ach it's all CaptainPaul fault ...he's brought that bloody awful Irish weather down here with him.

But he has 2 very cute wee jack Russell pups so he's forgiven .

 

[Leith Laddie]

Really?

Jees you should head south lol . I mean it's not sunbathing weather here but still 15° and only a 7 minute shower so far .
Think my mum said it was 4° in Dunfermline

11 degrees in the Scottish Borders this afternoon, quite bright too.

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[StephandJohn]

Where will Jackie leave her van while she's back in Blighty?

 

[Northernraider]

Where will Jackie leave her van while she's back in Blighty?

She's gonna park it up at her pals just outside malaga . £20 flight home.

 

[brysee]

She's gonna park it up at her pals just outside malaga . £20 flight home.

Still some bargains out there that's good

 

[Northernraider]

Still some bargains out there that's good

Aye its unreal , but her train from Bristol to Swansea will cost £100 and then £25 for a taxi lol

It's mental

 

[Feltwell]

Ach it's all CaptainPaul fault ...he's brought that bloody awful Irish weather down here with him.

But he has 2 very cute wee jack Russell pups so he's forgiven .View attachment 709583

Cute dogs.

Looking at that picture, the idea of an orange PVC sounds awful, but the reality is great! I really like those orange Adria Twins / Carthago Malibu's. Makes a change from the usual boring white box (says the owner of a boring white box).

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[Feltwell]

Aye its unreal , but her train from Bristol to Swansea will cost £100 and then £25 for a taxi lol

It's mental

The coach can still be cheap - if my daughter comes home from university on the train it's £85, Megabus it's £12.

 

[Onemanandhisdog]

Interesting to see what this one goes for ....
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/12573571...d=link&campid=5338547443&toolid=20001&mkevt=1

 

[Feltwell]

Interesting to see what this one goes for ....
https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/12573571...d=link&campid=5338547443&toolid=20001&mkevt=1

Definite signs of rust around the cab, I'd be suspicious why the bottom has been painted black. Definitely wants a close inspection to see if it's full of filler or not. But - a quality van in it's day and that build quality is still there now, and if the price is right...........

 

[Minxy]

No one seems bothered where you are
You can't be as interesting as tam and his dogs

Do I care? Nope!

I am happy to stay in stealth mode most of the time ... It keeps some funsters on their toes!

 

[Northernraider]

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang ‘s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll make it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

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[daveinspain]

Unless you´re eating haggis for breakfast, you´re a bit early, Tam!

 

[Razamataz]

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang ‘s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll make it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

Copy and paste at his best
yah Big Beastie

 

[Razamataz]

From the heart though

 

[Minxy]

I canna believe that ye are all happy at eating a poor wee beastie threatened with extinction

 

[Northernraider]

Copy and paste at his best
yah Big Beastie

You're just mad I beat ye tae it

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[Northernraider]

You're just mad I beat ye tae it

You should have come down we've got the Irish Scots Welsh rebellion going on down here.

 

[Lenny HB]

What was that all about I've just woken and met with didn't understand a word of it.

 

[Northernraider]

What was that all about I've just woken and met with didn't understand a word of it.

Eh?

 

[Go_buddy_go_]

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftain o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang ‘s my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’ need,
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An’ cut ye up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an’ strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Bethankit hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll make it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms, an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle.

Ye Pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o’ fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!

Haggis neeps and tatties for dinner tonight

 

[Langtoftlad]

Bizarrely as England goes mad with almost everywhere doing Burns Night events, I've seen nothing advertised here in Moffat...

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