Schmaaly
A whole post on Schmaaly? You bet!
When the Kintyre house sit first came up, they wanted a start in April. We couldn't really get away from Australia in that time, so, knowing the ski season was about done in Austria, we suggested that we had a daughter who may be able to cover the base till we could get there. A bit schmaaly, but a heart of gold. That suited the owner, so Schmaaly agreed to go on to Campbeltown for us.
At first we had thought to have our rally Imp (Chamois) to use in Scotland, and Schmaal was going to drive it up. But Marty gave it the motorway test and declared it unfit for such a trip, so in the end she bused up to Richard and Blanche's in Lancashire, and they very kindly took Shelly (and her new bicycle) up to the cottages.
We were in our Samford house sit by then, watching the UK eather forecast, which was for one degree C and sleet. A text message finally turned up on our phone:
"Right. Well, I've arrived in Goose Crotch, Scotland"
It nearly cracked us up.
Well anyway after a week of riding her bike through the wind and sleet Shelley got a job in the Kilbrannan Bar, and promptly found herself a boyfriend. He's a Czech called Pavel. Can't understand what she sees in him:
Actually, apart from a habit of appearing naked on Kintyre beaches he's quite a fine fellow. We hope to see him in Oz one day and he'll definitely be in Thailand in September for Geoff's 21st.
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