I can't believe that I STILL haven't posted about Ben Lomund- I've decided to pull my, er, wellies up and get to it... though, I'm not wearing wellies...
Ok, refrase.
I have officially and numeracly decided to pull on my Studio Ghibli themed shoes up and am going to post.
Well, at least it's accurate!
But first, I want to notify all the writers here about a online magazine that may just adore to publish your work! It's called Pensive, and the link is in the name- read all about it and let me know if you send in anything!
And I don't recall if I mentioned, but I sent in a Non-fiction pitch into Voiceworks magazine about vegetarisim, and it sadly wasn't accepted... though I won't dare let myself stop trying!
Picture time! All are watermarked for extra lovliness... yaysies!
The views at the top of the mountain were nice
But it was windy and cold!
And there were a lot of wallabies!
Which were very sweet and walliby like.
Edie and Lili.
Look at this weird view.. black at the front then the touch of colour in the back...
The congregation of people around Edie and Lili... don't remember what was happening then...
Her eyes never stray far from the camera.
We (currently but hopefully not for long) pay to use one of these huts... it's shared... dreadful... see the white cars? There ours and the place directly in front of them is the one were in. with the dark windows!
Self photograph.
Oh the wind!
This photo was taken moments before Miss Primrose fell into a lapse of conciness... ie. the cold made her fall asleep...
Now, the downward walk was a bit odd.
I followed my brother at a distance, making sure he didnt collapse as we were all afraid was possible, whilst he went a little earlier to prepair the welcoming supper like treats after our longish coolish walk.
Then I was out of sight of my family and I heard my mother calling me.
I called back.
No reply.
I called again, starting to panic.
No reply.
Shouting here... panic rising a lot.. me starting to get really annoyed and very worried... I panic.
Maybe I had the verge of a panic attack... cool!
Anyhow, then I heard my sister.
Brother now totally out of sight.
Job of keeping him in sight (all had been talked through with family beforehand, just so you know I didn't randomly and crazily run off to worry them) failed.
Trudge back to see what the calling was all about after they still do not answer me.
Just wondering where I was.
Oh well.. I suppose I could've seriously hurt myself... it wouldn't surprise me... in fact, I almost would've been glad of a broken toe at least, if it had meant we could've left ealier and not stayed the night.
I just wish we hadn't stayed the night... oh how I wish..
So it was alright.
I got wet hands+gloves after playing in a probable drink/toilet area for animals and was a little annoyed.
But by the time we were all back with treaties in hands, it was fine...
The sky is so beautiful.
Well, in the briefest description possible I'll format this as it were in a novel of crime... enjoy.... (copywritten)
As the family relaxed and let their senses drift off as they lay in the luxury of the old and slightly grubby beanbags, lazily turning the pages of their books.
Then, alerting the family were headlights, peering halfheartedly through the curtain materials and the sound of a car.
All the ease and relaxation is gone as the three women in the room jolt up and uneasily glance about themselves, trying halfheartedly to pass it by.
No one would come up to the mountain at this hour, at this season..
And then there were footsteps, and the door opened.
Everyone jumped up as the footsteps progressed through the lower section of house and madly arranged their things, gasping and saying quietly that someone was here, how could it be possible... just as they had arranged their things the door to the living/kitchen area opened and in came a boy and a woman.
That's when it started.
Roma carelessly held up her shotgun and her brother, Malicius, held up his revolover to signify that these strangers were not welcome.
The baby crawiling in the floor snarled warningly and the people stood in the doorway.
Mother hastily pulled rope from her belt and tied them to the pole in the centre of the room, asking questions about why they were there.
Later, after bed time, there were more doors and the family, again took up their guns... but wited instead of ambushing the newcomers.
It was going to be a long night....
And that's basically what happened.
Yes it is.
It was not pleasant. (honestly, it was a hellish night of drunk fools up stairs having "drinking games" which is prepostrius (tt) and coming into out room at all hours.
Sods
Romi.x





























