Sunday, 29 November 2009

Train spotters

Thankfully the rain has let up but as its Scotland this has been replaced with a lovely cold spell. The old joke about the Scottish weather is true, rain sleet snow sunshine and that's just in one day.
If I was not born in Scotland I would not choose to live here. Sure we have the hills and the glens but in all honesty most Scots don't bother to visit the highlands and lets face it, once you've seen one mountain or glen they do seem to merge into one big hill. I did climb Ben Nevis, which as you know is the highest mountain in Scotland, so I don't feel compelled to climb anymore. One thing I have never understood is people that put "hill walking" as a hobby on their CV or dating profile. Just because you put on boots and walk up a hill does not make it a hobby and no matter how many photograph slides you may want to inflict on others they will fain interest until their ears bleed.
Its like train spotting!!!!
Who in their right mind does that?
I was once trapped on a train with 100 train spotters coming back from Fort William and believe me it is a sight to behold.
1. They do all wear nylon jackets
2. trousers that don't go below their ankles
3. carry more pens than a stationary shop

There is no way they own a mirror and I am positive their parents buy their clothes for them. Ah but I am being too cruel towards them, well no I am not.

One of them actually sat beside me and opened his photo collection and with the enthusiasm of a child at Xmas or a Labrador puppy (but not as cute) he began to show me picture after picture of trains, only stopping to quote their engine numbers.
Suddenly he looked at me and with a glare he gathered his stuff and left to join his fellow spotters, no doubt noticing I was not one of them. Suddenly they broke in to glee as a train past by on the other track and I Kidd you not, some of them where jumping up and down with excitement.

Yet how wonderful for them that they all had this one hobby that brought them altogether. This hobby was the focal point and friends where made, telephone numbers, emails and addresses swapped. There was a connection that unless you too where excited by it, would never understand it.

I am sure you feel that way about God....see always a message

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