What blessed relief to be free of the Jiffy bag and meet my new hosts, who promised me a week of enlightening work experience, pleasant scenery and home comforts. But first, after a long journey North, I gladly settled down for a quiet night in.
I was eagerly looking forward to the beautiful mountain views. Unfortunately they remained mysteriously shrouded in cloud and gloom throughout my stay, although a few lungfuls of the bracing air effectively cleared the remnants of last night's Merlot from my system.
So my host tells me she's a vet, and having been a lifelong follower of
(love you, Rolf) I was excited to have the chance to see the glamour and excitement of the job at first paw. Animal Hospital
I got myself kitted out and I offered my considered opinion on some cases
After the calls were completed we returned to base for some small animal work. My attempts at reassuring a worried patient weren't too successful.
To be honest, I'm not sure I'm cut out for this stuff after all, and I was therefore glad to discover that the following day was to be more sedate, with a quiet stroll through the woods to the duck pond in prospect.
I love to get close to nature, so
in an attempt to escape from while playing with my host family’s exuberant children I deftly scrambled up through the branches one of the many ancient and beautiful trees.
Unfortunately part of it gave way under my vast bearish weight
and the resultant injuries led to another visit to my host’s workplace
Battered, bruised and wounded, I returned home for a soothing dram.
I honestly can’t remember what happened next, but my host family seemed strangely tight-lipped when they collected me the next morning.
So, that was my week here in the
Highlands. I’m quite relieved to be heading South again, where perhaps (one hopes) my liver will enjoy a reprieve and I’ll manage to stay out of trouble … we shall see …
Love, POM XXX