JULY 30th

Last night I stayed with my dear friends, Pete and Marion, in Colinsburgh, near the Fife coast. The drive from St. Andrews took me through fields covered with the aroma of wild garlic. That's one of the joys of riding on a Vespa. The only countrysde smell that makes it into the car is manure. There is a whole feast of smells awaiting me in France and Italy. Very windy today. On the drive back to Edinburgh thought I was going to get blown off the Forth Bridge. Eyes fixed on the road, I flew over the Forth and drove into Edinburgh windswept and alive alive-O!