I am still in Drummore, meant to be back in Whithorn by now and feeding my pigs. Sadly, I buggered up the travel distance a bit, then ran out of money, had to work a day and rely upon lizardking to assist with finances to make sure that I have HHWs to get to market as soon as I return rather than pig corpses. Then I 'joined' a travel group to at least start the return journey, only to be told by group leader AFTER reset that the 'group' won't leave for weeks! Another day wasted...
So, I'm still in Drummore, little food and no money, and my pigfarm is almost idle (only one pig at present on it). I am leaving regardless today, on my own (seeing as one can't rely on nonkin organised groups it seems), and will brave robbery and starvation to get back to my cute little cottage.
If there's any kin in Drummore who read this in time, I'm call by the pubs from about 1100 GMT on 15/11. Some things never change.
I guess this will be a saga to tell the grandkids about one day...
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It wasn't all bad though. Met up with some interesting folk in tavern, including leaders of Bradshaws and Munros, plus a couple counsellors. Whatever the dramas of the moment, never forget that there are plenty of cool scotts in Scotland!
...grandkids? Don't you have to um...how can we put this delicately...
Oh forget it. LOL!!!
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