It’s the last entirely baseball activity-free week until, potentially, November! Because pitchers and catchers report in the middle of next week. Will any more free-agents be signed between now and then? Or will the current freeze of signings develop into a new ice-age? The D-backs, meanwhile, may not be as constrained by payroll as was originally thought. And a team won the Super Bowl yesterday, should you care about that sort of thing, which personally, I don’t...
Some people seemed to be interested in the trip to Scotland which Mrs. SnakePit and I took a couple of weeks back. It wasn’t strictly speaking a holiday. My Mom has been having some health issues (she and my Dad are both in their eighties, so it kinda goes with the territory); we were helping out at home since my sister, who still lives in the area. was out of town. But it was still a break from the norm. and certainly a change of climate! Here are a few pics that we took on the trip, along with some bits and pieces of commentary.
- The trip over was a bit fraught, as the plane to Boston was delayed, meaning we missed our connection across the Atlantic and “lost” a day. The airline did put us up in a nice hotel, bought us dinner, etc. This is the downtown Boston skyline from the airport.
- This is my parents’ house: it was built in 1815, and they have lived in the same place for 68 years!
- The family: SnakePit Sr, Mrs. SnakePit and Mrs. SnakePit Sr
- We had some fun going through old pics and memorabilia. This is me with the SnakePitette and SnakePit Jr, feeding the pigeons in Trafalgar Square in 2000. Rather more than tuppence a bag! :)
- This is one of the earliest pics of me, taken at the church where I was christened. Not CERTAIN which one is me. I can only presume my Scottish father got a discount for getting me baptized as part of a group!
- #OldSchoolCool My mother’s 1954 Youth Hostel Association membership card!
- A haggis, in its natural state. Of course, we have removed the fur and its beak...
- And now, cooked as part of this Burns Night supper, with mashed tatties and neeps (think something between pumpkin and squash, I guess?).
- When the weather was nice, we did get out and about, including going down the coast of the Moray Firth. Saw some seals in the wild. Hard to tell the scale here, but they are a LOT bigger than I imagined. I was expecting something “small dog” sized, but think I may have been confusing them with otters.
- Leaving the town on the last day, even the sky was saying good bye! That’s the thing about Scotland: it has actual weather. Don’t like it? Wait a minute...