Tinto Hill

2013 Apr 26 - hiking scotland

On Tintock tap, there is a mist,

And in that mist, there is a kist,

And in that kist, there is a cup,

And in that cup, there is a drap.

Tak’ up that cup, and drink that drap,

that’s in yon kist, on Tintock tap!

I went on another hillwalk today, up Tinto hill, with a 360° view of pouring rain all around the hill, but my Scottish guide and I were walking in sunshine. Once back in the car it started to hail, we went to a pub in Peebles - pub no. 3, and my favourite kind: an old men’s pub, or as they say here, a spit’n sawdust pub - and had our post-hike pint. I was coerced into voting for Scottish independence should I be eligible to vote at next year’s referendum, and educated about the poor intelligence and hereditary diseases of the royal family. Everyday is a school day.