Infamy, infamy...

My hubbie and I have been away for the last week in South Ayrshire. Really good break, though probably a bit too hot - I know, typical Scottish comment!!! There's just no pleasing us.

We did a lot of walking, seeing wildlife (especially red stuff - a red kite and red squirrel were spotted), and just generally unwinding. We didn't even take many photos and were shooting film - yes film. My excuse was it was black and white and its just not the same digital.

Anyway, rather than come straight home after our break we headed to Dumfries to visit friends we have there. They were married in April and it's the first time we've had the chance to see them in their new house. Its a lovely house and they seem really settled. It was great to see them both. I think Dumfries is going to become a regular haunt for my hubbie and I.

While with our friends, we went to their church. It's a very busy church in the centre of Dumfries. The minister is really down-to-earth and quiet funny. Everyone was sooo nice and friendly. Genuinely friendly.

As we were leaving a member of the congregation stopped me. "Excuse me, but were have I met you before, I know your face from somewhere". Err, mmh. I'm standing there thinking - argh, I don't recognise this woman at all. Oh dear, where do I know her from. I'm usually really bad with names, but remember faces, so this was making me feel bad.

"Were you at the National Gathering" I enquired. "Yes" she relied. Now I was getting somewhere. "Did you go to the tent with the big red motorbike outside it" I knew where I needed to take the line of questioning (am I writing a bad detective novel here?) "Yes" came the answer. "I was the pillion rider on that bike; my husband was the rider". Good, I'd got that one sorted and given the hundreds of people I talked to at the National Gathering, I'm not surprised I didn't remember the woman.

We chatted a little about bikes and our crash. Her husband had had a bike when they first met and rode ever weekend from Stranraer via his Mum's (in Alloa) to see her in Edinburgh. I loved that story.

So, looks like I can't go anywhere without getting spotted. Infamy, infamy, they've all got it in for me!