Your usual bloggerist has been incapacitated lately but is now able to resume full holiday correspondent status.  There have been incidents on the first two days that may not have been fully reported but I will not disclose further details at this juncture; instead I start on day 3.
Woke up in Pitlochry and went to bed in Dalkeith near Edinburgh. There, that was an exciting day wasn't it?  Ok then, a little more detail.  Woke up at 7-46, got out of bed and went in the bathroom. Too much detail? Ok, I'll try to pitch this somewhere in the middle.
Road trip took us to Blairgowrie where mother went in her second M&co shop in 2 days and disappeared for a large part of the day, so I looked in shop windows which included a butchers ( did you know they eat macaroni pies in Scotland?) and a kilt hire shop, but to be honest I think they should wear them lower, thus sparing us the sight of knobbly, hairy knees.
We had coffee and cake in a cafe (as long as that happens once a day, mum enjoys the holiday) and we paid by card in order to avoid paying cash and then having to withdraw some of that funny money they seem to like round here, from a cash machine.
Nearly went to Scone Palace but it looked like there may be an entrance fee and, besides who's to stay they'd finished baking it yet? So we drove round the outside of the estate walls instead. We did go see the Kelpies though.  That's the big silver horses which you should by now have seen photos of me feeding.  They were very impressive as was the free entry (£2 parking fee but cheap at the price when mum pays).  Flushed with this success we also found and saw the Falkirk Wheel which is a massive machine that lifts canal boats up in the air rather than use 5 locks like Bingley.  There was an entry fee but it's so big you can see it working easily enough, through the fence, so that was good.
Tonight's b&b is quite something; it's a big old country house standing in its own large estate in the countryside. Great big, wide doors, low ceilings, massive staircase, you know the sort of thing.  But unlike the usual en-suite facilities we have our own private bathroom.  The one drawback being that it's on the ground floor opposite the entrance, about a quarter of a mile walk, and down the main staircase, past the dining room from our first floor bedroom. I think I may have to keep my shreddies on until I get in the bathroom (rather than discard them in the bedroom like normal) when I go for my shower in the morning so as not to overly startle the dining room staff/other guests.
Went to a nice restaurant nearby tonight but mum was thwarted in her quest for chicken for, as seems to be the norm up here, chicken comes stuffed with haggis! I hope they do it after death or the RSPCA may have something to say about cruelty. So she had macaroni, but not in a pie. I fancied fish but eschewed fish and chips as I'm on holiday so had sea bass and very nice it was.
Next instalment tomorrow as long as this place isn't haunted!