Phil set out to be a lonely goatherd up in the mountains – while I chose to stay behind and sample the delights of Gatlinburg. I obviously didn’t have the car – so had to walk.
In the last year Gatlinburg seems to have moved around 2 miles further down the road from Bluegreen – or maybe the road had swelled in the heat. It was very, very hot.
I spurned the temptation of the salt and pepper shaker museum, and carried on into the heat. I hadn’t got any money left – and being senile had forgotten the pin number for the cash card – and had no money to get a drink – so the day turned into a bit of an endurance test!
I saw my future unfold before me – just need to find an accurate knife thrower.
When I was very young – not just slightly young like what I am now – my friend Shirley and I heard that you could buy chocolate covered ants in Harrods. It was one of those stories like my Dads best friend having been a ballet dancer in his youth – that I didn’t quite believe. However – there – in Gatlinburg – were chocolate covered ants. Paddy – I now believe that you starred in Swan Lake and that you really did have your ballet shoes in the attic.
On the outskirts one real log cabin had been preserved – but you couldn’t go in.
Got back to the flat before Phil – although he wasn’t long behind me. He had climbed as high as Everest! Or something like that – I had taken the camera so we will never know.
We sat on the balcony and watched the clouds – the weather channel had predicted devastating thunder storms and severe weather – and indeed – it was a little breezy.