Stobo Castle pampering by Motorhome
There’s something indescribably magical about a Scottish Castle. Perched on a hill amongst rolling grounds, shaded by trees and set around a picturesque loch. Stobo Castle effortlessly sets the scene for an experience less ordinary.
Pampering in style
The Motorhomers are being treated to a day of pampering at the castle;
‘OK, Phemie, let’s get oor photie’s taken before we start the treatment
Then when we’ve had a’ the magic stuff done, we’ll get anither photie taken’
‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie, then we’ll see oor transformation’
‘Phemie, I don’t know where ye goat that big word from, but that’s the idea’
‘Jessie, should that wee pregnant lassie be here, havin’ a’ thae things done
Will it no’ hurt the wean?’
‘Naw, Phemie, they say if the mammie’s happy then the wean’ll be happy’
‘So it’s OK for her tae be drinkin’ that big bottle o’ Buckfast
She’s hidin’ it under the table, Jessie?’
‘Let’s jist go for oor photie, Phemie’
‘Sure, Jessie, sure, Jessie’
Peebles
The lads are in the gymnasium pumping iron, Francie is on the treadmill.
He’s facing the wrong way and starts the machine on the slow position;
‘Josie, look, I’m Michael Jackson daein’ the moon-walk’
He takes a tumble from the treadmill onto the floor;
‘Francie, ye forgoat, we’ve goat gravity on this planet’
The pair take a break;
‘Josie, will the lassies look any better efter their beauty treatment?’
‘Jessie’s had it a’ done before, Francie, the mud-pack an’ everything’
‘An’ did she look beautiful efter it, Josie?’
‘Aye, It wis magic, Francie, for the first week, an’ then the mud fell aff’
Perhaps you would enjoy reading the adventures of Francie and Josie.
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