Date: 2008-05-07 16:45 Subject: gone for a burton Security: Public

The no diet diet has taken a bit of a hammering these past four days, what with entertaining friends up from the deep south. Today's catalogue of shame included a Harry Gow pie from Fortrose - it was going to be a fish and chips scenario but the local chipper was closed. In my day at Fortrose Academy it was Mario's and it was the cafe of choice for canteen rebels. Now it's under new management. And closed, it would seem.

Never mind. I always said it wouldn't be a diet. And, well, it's not. We had a barbecue on Sunday night and hot chocolate at Strathpeffer yesterday. That alone, we reckon, must have been packing about eight million calories. May have to stop eating or start running. Have some rather gay trainers (gay as in jolly, before anyone starts in on me) now so there's no excuse.

The Black Isle Wildlife Park was a bit of a winner this morning. I was spat at by an ungrateful llama and pecked by an emu keen to get some food out of my hand. The zebra and goat were both grateful for what they received. Highly entertaining for all concerned and Michael was agog at the antics of the peacock. I'd recommend the place to anyone with children - if feeding deer by hand doesn't do it for them, the wee play area probably will. And if it doesn't, they're clearly ungrateful brats. In which case, I blame the parents. 

Cromarty too was sparkling today, the harbour a photographer's paradise. I was kept busy keeping Michael out of the water, but you can see why arty types flock there. What with Rosemarkie beach basked in sunshine at the weekend and Starthpeffer looking its best yesterday, I'd say Ross-shire has done us proud.

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