Having relaxed a little, we drove into Biggar to get some chips to go with our quiche. We got peas as well. We followed it up with a banana to make a very pleasant meal by the little lake on the edge of Biggar.
As we finished our meal, a man walked past wearing a hot air balloon shirt and jumper. We talked and I could give you his life history (graphic designer, wife a textiles teacher, two teenage kids, live in Yorkshire, daughter about to go to uni to study costume design, son keener on engineering – and mad keen on ballooning. His wife was the pilot but he was training. As you can tell we got to know each other well and I can tell you that if you want to see 500 hot air balloons in the air at once then you should go to the Metz Fest.
We finished chatting and strolled round the lake.
It was duckling season.
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I still liked the metal sculptures but I didn't take my favourite, which said, ‘London’s big but Biggar’s Biggar’. You can find it on the first day of last year’s summer holiday.
There’s Biggar lake in context. Well, actually, I have avoided the fact that much of it is surrounded by a big caravan and camping park – not one I’d choose with such public access.
I rather liked the coots on the lake – adults with youngsters.
The young ones were still being fed by parents.
A picture of parental love.
Then we went to Thankerton Bridge which crosses the Upper Clyde.
And here’s the Clyde flowing off to Glasgow.
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Local flora
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More local flora
And fauna
And what delightful fauna too!
Our B and B was in Thankerton parish but quite near Covington. As rain settled in we could enjoy the views from this B and B.
The tower and farm are Covington Mains and they were somewhere under the rainbow.
But whilst the weather may not have been perfect, it didn’t always rain. This picture, straight out of the bedroom window, was taken on the phone.
