Am now with the other rels in Ballater and it's damn frosty, I can tell you, and I don't just mean the weather. Not even the OMG £££ bottle of scotch has eased my passage. Ah well, found anet cafe and posted home some magazines from the local newsagent.
Speaking of which, re the idle curse I made at the wee Roman grotto, feeling petulant, peevish (well, he should have made an appearance, I guessed pretty right re stalking - heh) and not wanting to be he only one with a busted ankle in budapest, well, I forgot I have Pullo's affinity for idle curses and, well, sorry. So effing sorry. Really effing sorry.
But *I'm* getting back to hobbling around fine now, as a few hotwater bottles have done wonders. Can see where I cracked it now though. Ow. Gotta watch where I'm going and not nearly t-bone pretty Brit boys, especially in cheap Chinese shoes (skid, prang, much swearing in my new Austrian swearwords I picked up at the station in Wien).
Note to self: forget the fancy tops, keep the hot water bottle and spare jeans - essential kit.
Tourist wise, seen Victoria's loo at Ballater station, so that's my travels complete.