In case you’re wondering, they did have clothes to change into. I did tell them they would be overdressed in Liverpool, especially once the Liver Birds had got hold of their flimsy outfits.

Why waste billions of £s laying miles of tram lines when all you need is a few metres! This is Edinburgh Council’s secret solution to the problem of completing the tram system – just lay enough for one car. Even better, lay two sets of lines and then you can slide the Tram Car back & forth in different directions.

This example is in the popular high street of Las Palmas, Gran Canaria.

Sitting waiting for people to arrive, I look right to see a small dog approach from the horse yard. Next, I  look left and the little devil is sitting next to me, looking at where I’m looking, up the hill. I get out my phone and the ‘bitch’ has decided to rest her paws on my legs to see what I’m doing. I put my phone away and ‘Myra’ – cause I looked at her dog tags, decides now it’s time to get comfy and paws herself down onto my lap.

My contact arrived and walked past me because he saw a guy with a dog on his lap … thinks he can’t be the photographer, and carries on and only stops when I shout his name.

So if you want to blend in, get a dog.

Yes Ladies, you can still get them, for all shapes and sizes of bums.

In a small town called Dollgellau near the Royal Hotel is a relic to the past. Ronnie Barker would have been proud to have this outlet as a compliment to his corner shop. Inside were functional clothes for all weathers and even Hats for Hire, for that special funeral/wedding.

The owners were very particular about their stock but unlike other retailers there assortment was in-stock and, very reasonably priced too. Those big briefs were only £2 each. Beat that M&S! I would get there soon before the owners retire (again)!

Zosia admires the view down to the Pig Trail & Miner's Track

It took a while but I finally managed to climb all three of the mainland summits – Scafell, Ben Nevis and Snowdon (in that order). I would need to get a calculator out to approximate the number of days it took, but who cares. Anyhow, climbing Snowdon (Yr Widdfa) was relatively easy and could have been much quicker had it not been a very hot sunny day (all day) and hundreds or tourist out for a walk, charity runners, scout groups and many over-weights getting in the way.

Don’t even think about having a peaceful rest on the summit, in fact, try and find a spot to sit is nigh impossible. All around you are idiots trying stupid camera angles, parents with their babies walking round the summit cairn and every Tom, Dick and Harry speaking to their chums on their mobiles saying where they were.

Zosia can't be bothered to climb the steps. Every cairn looks the same to her.

There are over five routes to the summit and one is very, very easy … you just get on the train and it take you up the cog railway. If you decide you want fresh air you can get out and wait for the next train to pick you up at one of three stations.

The best bit of mis-advice is the ‘Half-way’ staion & cafe which maybe halfway in distance but is NOT in effort as just after the cafe is the steepest section and one which most walkers(tourists) fall over and die.

The main attraction for most casual ramblers is the Scenic View Restaurant on the summit, about five steps from the last station, so in practice you could go up Snowdon and not get wet, cold or even get fresh air to touch your delicate skin; and so avoid getting Carmelitis (italian joke).

Now this doesn’t seem fair at all! The park has everything a kid wants – swings goalposts, grass and lots of space. So why can’t it be used on a Sunday? Because that’s the day is called the Sabbath in this neck of the woods and you’re not meant to enjoy yourself.

They’ve only just allowed you to get here on a Sunday, as up to six months ago you had to swim across or land by parachute. But that would be enjoying yourself too so I’m sure you would have been met by a welcoming party from the Kirk Elders.

On the Royal Mile, aka the High Street in Edinburgh there are many, many closes (small alleys) which cut through the main apartment buildings, in both sides of the streets. Above each Close is a name plaque and sometimes a little bit of history. But one Close has the most decorative stonework plus a scroll dedicated to the person portrayed.
The building suddenly collapsed in a vertical fashion and when rescuers started to remove the rubble they heard the voice from within shout – ‘heave awa lads, I’m no deed yet’. And he survived.

At the top of a very, very steep pass in the Feltre area is the village of Croce D’Aune. Once you’ve got your breath back and look around you’ll see locals sitting under the canopy of the only hotel left open on the pass. Also around you is a tourist office, car park and some roads going in all four directions. However, what should catch your eye is a large marble monument to Tullio Campagnolo, the designer and inventor of quick release bicycle wheels, derailleur gears and lightweight cycle parts.

I realised that when people came to Skye, had travelled for hundreds of miles and reached this farthest westerly point, they just had to leave something and I suppose it’s better than pieces of paper stuck in wall.