Summertime And The Laughing Is Easy
The start of British Summer Time and just three layers of clothing required for this afternoon's trip to the seaside. That included anoraks, of course.
The picnic benches at Rosemarkie were remarkably busy so went spent just fifteen minutes devouring everything in our carrier bag and then pushed on to , that almost picturesque little town that lies at the northern-eastern tip of the Black Isle (which is actually a penisula of course). I say "almost picturesque" because its many charms include quaint antique shops, Hugh Miller's cottage and the Courthouse Musuem. Then again the views out to the firth are dominated by the industry at Nigg, the sheltering oil platform and even a waste skip on the waterfront with the words "dangerous asbestos" emblazoned on the side.
The thing that impressed me most about Cromarty, however, was the obvious determination of locals to ride out the credit crunch as the happiest, fittest and most musical people in Scotland. Witness the posters on the side of the Victoria Hall. One described sessions of 'Musical Medicine' and how communal singing could improve health and well-being. Another advertised a forthcoming 'Laughter Class'.
Physical fitness is taken care of in the nearby Xerscape park in which robust outdoor versions of exercise equipment is made available free of charge to anyone who doesn't fancy stumping up the cost of gym membership.
Just wait until Duncan Bannantyne hears about this!
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