Well, battling the man cold not quite as serious as the deadly flu that we men get but nonetheless a persistent bastard that can bugger up your day and worse your sense of smell. I say this as most of you will know I have a very keen proboscis, a useful tool when sampling the best thing that the Romans gave us. Anyway back to the story, I made a wee dash to Perth as I had to pick up a few supplies, mainly man cold medication and some amber nectar for ” the Laird” as it is Fathers day on Sunday. I also managed to pick up some camembert from Normandy, it was supposed to be the same as Michaela and I get but after tasting it’s not a patch, funny that I can’t get it here yet can get it in Australia. Anyway on the road home I decided to take another route, I soon realised that this could be a mistake as the road I thought I would take just was not there, bloody progress. I soon was heading North towards Dunkeld not the direction I should be but I knew that I would be able to take a B road which followed the river to take me home. On the way up I saw something that was akin to nasa, there were three trucks carrying large cylindrical objects similar to a stage in an Apollo rocket. Needless to say the constabulary were out in force giving an escort, this dampened the most enthusiastic drivers as the penalties for speeding here are draconian. The trucks were specially modified to handle these cylinders something I have never seen here. Anyway I soon found the turnoff and I was following the river Tay famous for it’s salmon, which command a hefty price not only to buy, but to buy a beat for a day, which can run into the thousands, and there is no garantee that you will catch anything. Soon I was turning into our drive, Easter Burnbane House, and luckily, haggis was on the menu, bliss!