Since I decided not to have heart trouble anymore, I really think I feel better. Hope that’s not tempting fate. I also decline invitations from the doctor when she wants to talk about it. Maybe I am wrong, but I just don’t want to be spending the latter part of my life worrying about these things and taking loads of pills every day. The only medicines I need are walks with Mia the German Shepherd, painting, drawing, writing and lately, riding my motorcycle. I ride almost every day come rain or shine and the feeling I get from it is magical. My beautiful daughter Jodie says riding the motorbike raises my serotonin levels and gives me a feeling of well-being. She has studied these things.
I have been keeping busy these past few months. Been building an art studio. Something I have always wanted. With plenty of windows facing North for the best light. - not convinced about the North light thing but I have heard it said and well, it can’t do any harm. I took a bit of time off from the studio build to build the Harley Davidson its own little garage. Wouldn’t want her getting cold. But now back on the studio build again. Not rushing it because there is plenty to do besides. I think keeping busy and interested is important as one gets older.
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| EHS George sets off to climb Mither Tap, Bennachie. |
My extremely handsome son George and I went for a short holiday to Scotland. I wanted to show him some of my childhood haunts and some of the places where many of the things I have written about on here happened. We had a great time. The best thing was a totally unplanned reunion with some of my old schoolfriends. This came about when I was telling the hotel owner that I had spent some of my childhood in the village and went to the local school. This was overheard by someone and he said, “You might have known my dad, he went to the local school?” It turns out I did remember his dad and then after a few phone calls a reunion was arranged. Six old school friends turned up to it and wow what a great time we had reminiscing. Hours of laughing and joking and remembering. Almost sixty years since we last saw each other. Absolutely made the holiday. We talked about doing it all again next year when maybe more will be able to come. Thanks to Davy Wilson for arranging things so quickly. Here is a short video of us reminiscing in the local dialect The Doric. Sorry about the swearing but I don't expect you to understand what is being said anyway.
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| That is Stephen standing behind us. He set the ball rolling after a chance meeting. |
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| My classmates. Me and Gavin are not in it. We went fishing that day. |
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| Me with Davy who made all the arrangements. It was Davy's son Stephen who set the ball rolling after a chance meeting. |
The sun is out. My Harley Davidson awaits.
I wish you all a happy and peaceful Christmas and a happy New Year.
John.
