I took my pink crocs to Edinburgh,
And Edinburgh is such a long way.
I took my pink cocs to Edinburgh,
And walked around in them all day.
I never got a blister,I never got a chafe
And you may mock my lovely pink crocs
But my feet stayed cool and safe
Normally, I would have worn trainers,
But they would have made my feet stink,
But my crocs, what a boon, I walked all afternoon,
In light footwear,delightful and PINK.
I apologise for my rambling bit of poetry.....No I don't, I LIKE it!
We had a very long day yesterday...yes, as the poem suggests we took a day trip up to Edinburgh. On the train, no less. I have never been to Scotland before......haven't I lead a sheltered life?
Mutti felt like a day out and we saw this train trip advertised...so we booked.
We had to be at Blackburn Station for 8 am. OK, I know that sounds like a fairly civilised time, but we were both up early to get ourselves ready. You know the kind of thing, shower, shampoo, oil the wheels of the chariot(wheelchair). I made some lovely ham butties...packed some juicy plums....a tropical fruit smoothie...some cheese and biscuits for the journey. I checked on the weather forecast and it said it would be showery. I rang Mutti and suggested she take a Pakamac....just in case!
When I got to the station Mutti was already there.
We got to the platform and made enquiries about what platform the train would leave from....no-one seemed to know. I was a bit worried about this. I didn't really want to be on a train to Bolton when we were supposed to be going to Scotland....I had built up quite a head of anticipation.
I was quite amazed at the number of people who were also waiting for this rail excursion...and in the end there was no doubt when the train came in. It had 12 carriages....now they would never put a train like that on to go to Bolton.
the staff on the train were lovely. They made sure that we were helped with the chariot...and that we knew where the toilet was...and later in the journey they offered to visit the buffet car to get us some refreshments.....I told them that we had catered for ourselves as we were not sure of the nature of the food on the train...we thought it might be just drinks and light snacks.....but Mutti was tortured by the smell of bacon barm cakes. I offered to get her one but she resisted the temptation.
It was very grey and overcast when we got on the train...and it looked like the raincoats might be put into service, but before very long the sky cleared and it was lovely and blue.
We arrived in Edinburgh just before 1pm. It was a glorious day....warm and sunny.
I don't know if you have been to Edinburgh by train, but the Waverley Station is in the centre of the town....but there are a couple of quite steep hills to negotiaite before you get onto Prince's St. Well, they aren't steep if you are just walking up them....but to push a chair with a twelve and a half stone lady...well, that is a different ball game altogether (my mother is going to kill me now that I've told you that). By the time I got to the top I needed two paramedics and oxygen to revive me. Mutti kept saying she would get out and walk, but it would have killed her to walk up those hills.
I loved the city.....it was clean and beautiful...and full of tourists all doing the same things....taking pics and looking at the lovely old buildings. Riding on the tourist bus, seeing the sights.
We window shopped quite a bit too, but we didn't actually buy anything. I was going to get some Edinburgh Rock.....ginger and vanilla are my favourite flavours...my mouth longed for the taste, but my hips don't need the extra width!
I walked the length of Prince's St. The Gardens there were full of people taking in the late summer sunshine.....families having picnics...children playing. at the moment the BBC are filming up there so all the outside Broadcast vans were there too. Scots pipers in kilts were playing haunting skirls....and it all added to the atmosphere. Mutti asked me if I wanted to go up the Scott monument, but to be honest I hadn't got the energy to do it.....so I had to be satisfied with taking my pics parked precariously on a park bench...otherwise all my pics would have had railings in them.
Lots of the streets are cobbled, or have uneven surfaces....and on a couple of occasions it was touch and go whether Ma was going to keep her seat in the chair......I almost tipped her out in Hanover St......I could almost envisage spending time in A&E getting plaster casts on her arms.
Anyway fortunately it didn't quite come to that.
I looked in the paper today and it said that yesterday Edinburgh was sunny and 18 degrees......well, just add another 10 degrees onto that and you might be near the mark. As the afternoon wore on, I sweat great billy-bollers of sweat pushing Ma here and there. It was dripping off the end of my nose and landing on the raincoat that was draped elegantly over the back of her chair. By the time we had to make our way back to the station for our return journey I was very stinky....Ma said I wasn't but I felt it.
i kept expecting my fellow travellers to ask for me to be moved to the open air cage where the rubbish was stored.
We arrived back in Blackburn at 9:30 pm after a beautiful day out. I felt mangled, mashed, marmelised......well, very tired.
I got home, showered, had a bite to eat and them went to bed...bushed!
I spoke to Ma this morning and she said she slept in for the first time in years. She said that the journey had really tired her out! WHY?????...she was the one riding......I was the one pushing!
And Edinburgh is such a long way.
I took my pink cocs to Edinburgh,
And walked around in them all day.
I never got a blister,I never got a chafe
And you may mock my lovely pink crocs
But my feet stayed cool and safe
Normally, I would have worn trainers,
But they would have made my feet stink,
But my crocs, what a boon, I walked all afternoon,
In light footwear,delightful and PINK.
I apologise for my rambling bit of poetry.....No I don't, I LIKE it!
We had a very long day yesterday...yes, as the poem suggests we took a day trip up to Edinburgh. On the train, no less. I have never been to Scotland before......haven't I lead a sheltered life?
Mutti felt like a day out and we saw this train trip advertised...so we booked.
We had to be at Blackburn Station for 8 am. OK, I know that sounds like a fairly civilised time, but we were both up early to get ourselves ready. You know the kind of thing, shower, shampoo, oil the wheels of the chariot(wheelchair). I made some lovely ham butties...packed some juicy plums....a tropical fruit smoothie...some cheese and biscuits for the journey. I checked on the weather forecast and it said it would be showery. I rang Mutti and suggested she take a Pakamac....just in case!
When I got to the station Mutti was already there.
We got to the platform and made enquiries about what platform the train would leave from....no-one seemed to know. I was a bit worried about this. I didn't really want to be on a train to Bolton when we were supposed to be going to Scotland....I had built up quite a head of anticipation.
I was quite amazed at the number of people who were also waiting for this rail excursion...and in the end there was no doubt when the train came in. It had 12 carriages....now they would never put a train like that on to go to Bolton.
the staff on the train were lovely. They made sure that we were helped with the chariot...and that we knew where the toilet was...and later in the journey they offered to visit the buffet car to get us some refreshments.....I told them that we had catered for ourselves as we were not sure of the nature of the food on the train...we thought it might be just drinks and light snacks.....but Mutti was tortured by the smell of bacon barm cakes. I offered to get her one but she resisted the temptation.
It was very grey and overcast when we got on the train...and it looked like the raincoats might be put into service, but before very long the sky cleared and it was lovely and blue.
We arrived in Edinburgh just before 1pm. It was a glorious day....warm and sunny.
I don't know if you have been to Edinburgh by train, but the Waverley Station is in the centre of the town....but there are a couple of quite steep hills to negotiaite before you get onto Prince's St. Well, they aren't steep if you are just walking up them....but to push a chair with a twelve and a half stone lady...well, that is a different ball game altogether (my mother is going to kill me now that I've told you that). By the time I got to the top I needed two paramedics and oxygen to revive me. Mutti kept saying she would get out and walk, but it would have killed her to walk up those hills.
I loved the city.....it was clean and beautiful...and full of tourists all doing the same things....taking pics and looking at the lovely old buildings. Riding on the tourist bus, seeing the sights.
We window shopped quite a bit too, but we didn't actually buy anything. I was going to get some Edinburgh Rock.....ginger and vanilla are my favourite flavours...my mouth longed for the taste, but my hips don't need the extra width!
I walked the length of Prince's St. The Gardens there were full of people taking in the late summer sunshine.....families having picnics...children playing. at the moment the BBC are filming up there so all the outside Broadcast vans were there too. Scots pipers in kilts were playing haunting skirls....and it all added to the atmosphere. Mutti asked me if I wanted to go up the Scott monument, but to be honest I hadn't got the energy to do it.....so I had to be satisfied with taking my pics parked precariously on a park bench...otherwise all my pics would have had railings in them.
Lots of the streets are cobbled, or have uneven surfaces....and on a couple of occasions it was touch and go whether Ma was going to keep her seat in the chair......I almost tipped her out in Hanover St......I could almost envisage spending time in A&E getting plaster casts on her arms.
Anyway fortunately it didn't quite come to that.
I looked in the paper today and it said that yesterday Edinburgh was sunny and 18 degrees......well, just add another 10 degrees onto that and you might be near the mark. As the afternoon wore on, I sweat great billy-bollers of sweat pushing Ma here and there. It was dripping off the end of my nose and landing on the raincoat that was draped elegantly over the back of her chair. By the time we had to make our way back to the station for our return journey I was very stinky....Ma said I wasn't but I felt it.
i kept expecting my fellow travellers to ask for me to be moved to the open air cage where the rubbish was stored.
We arrived back in Blackburn at 9:30 pm after a beautiful day out. I felt mangled, mashed, marmelised......well, very tired.
I got home, showered, had a bite to eat and them went to bed...bushed!
I spoke to Ma this morning and she said she slept in for the first time in years. She said that the journey had really tired her out! WHY?????...she was the one riding......I was the one pushing!
