A JINGLE BELLS COCKTAIL FOR THE EASTER WEEKEND

We missed out on the good weather during the early part of the long weekend break away from home. A North Atlantic sea haar suppressed any hint of warmth, and where it did, the sun struggled to break through. 

 

There was an almighty rainfall, just as I was treating myself to a bit of pampering at the hairdresser's. The stylist sprayed some product over her finished handiwork to deter the affects of humidity; in this case it was more like the affects of heavy precipitation. My hair really frizzes up in the damp. Apart from having lots of hair out of place, the spray seemed to work for the day. Restoring hair order the next day was more difficult.  

 

However, Sunday and Monday were lovely weather days, quite mild, great for getting washing out to dry and for exploring the world around us. Our explorations have led us to gorgeous scenery, a working Vintage Bus Museum and an Abbey dating back to 1072.  It is known that there was an ancient religious order on the Abbey site dating back to about 800AD.  Apart from the development of worshipping  formats at the location,  'plus ca change'.

 

The Easter Bunny left a little metallic balloon on a stick for the neighbour's three year old grandchild. She gave it to me. I suggested she might like to save it for me for another time. The little girl took it back, exchanging it for the tiniest sliver of chocolate Easter egg. Then, saying "Bye, bye" the little girl cheerily sang 'Jingle Bells' as she disappeared indoors, having secured a very satisfactory conclusion to her gift transactions

LEGS FLYING FROM UNDER SCOTTISH KILTS

So far, I have managed to keep abreast of my favourite programme of the moment, Downton Abbey, by watching it on the internet. Scotland's equivalent of Independent Television, decided, it was said, that people who live in Scotland were not interested in costume drama (aren't we? ....what about all those hairy legs taking flight from under Scottish kilts) and that we should be fed a diet of all things culturally Scottish.

We are being treated to Taggart, a police detective character. This says a great deal about how Scots are supposed to learn about and view Scottish culture, that is, Lowland and Central Belt culture, I hasten to add.   Is not the Scottish TV (STV) studio based in the central belt city of Glasgow?  Prior to Grampian TV, which was based in Aberdeen, being merged with STV, the North East of Scotland was better served with a range of quality programming to suit many tastes. 

My view is, that if, as we are told, the Scots want to be fed a dramatic diet of drug-fuelled violence, murder, and mayhem, dressed up as Scottish culture, it is sad and reflects badly on Scotland, its people and its culture. 

If the current TV service cannot afford to buy a programme in from its sister company, which is more like the truth of the matter, it should come clean, not spuriously waffle on about what we want to see in Scotland under the thin veil of 'culture'. It's definitely the other way round, it is what STV want to churn out to us to watch. Customer interest does not figure a jot!

Meantime, I continue to watch, via the internet, the gloriously clever costume drama series of Downton Abbey, with its sharp wit and well presented historical context, a context which affected the whole of the UK, (war memorials of the 1914-18 war attest to it) a day or two after the scheduled TV screening, and tune into anything but what is advertised for Scottish viewers in the Sunday time slot, on Scottish Television.