In which R is the best (again)…

Of course R has always been the best, but it merits giving an example of why.

I was paying a surprise visit to see my Mum in Helensburgh today.  I had been hoping that J would join me as it is quite a long way (over two hours each way on not particularly driver friendly roads), and even though he refuses to drive, he would be someone to chat to on the way and also could help my Mum get in and out of the car.  However J declined on the grounds that I was leaving at 7am to beat the traffic going through Stirling and he doesn’t like getting up early;  I never even thought about asking R because he works very hard all week (including in this case attending a conference on Sat).

So this morning I got my bag and was just getting in the car to go when R appeared and put his bag in the boot.  At first I thought that he was just coming to the petrol station so he could continue on to his favourite Sunday walk, but no, he was coming with me.  This was so kind because he knew I was a bit nervous as I had never driven that far all on my own before.  He even let me drive my preferred route down the A91.

So we took my Mum out for lunch at the Commodore near Helensburgh – it is a gastropub and does a lovely Sunday lunch – a triple roast of beef, turkey and pork with roast potatoes, four vegetables, stuffing, crackling, Yorkshire pudding and gravy.

R and my Mum of course had fish and chips.  That was good too.

As R was so very kind I let him drive back by his preferred route even though it is so peculiar that Google maps can’t be induced to duplicate it.  Let’s just say that it involves not one, not two, but three motorways and leave it at that.

But R is still my hero.