When walking in the countryside I often dream of pies, big juicy mutton
pies. It's possibly a blood-sugar/energy thing. Or maybe it's a
sheep thing. There are certainly plenty of sheep in the Melrose area
and, like my imagined pies, they're also very big. Big and fluffy. On
the Southern Upland Way near Melrose there was a sheep that was so big
that it got blown away on a wind and ended up floating around in the
sky. I could see it up there, coasting slowly by, occasionally blotting
out the sun. That said, I may have been mistaken. It could have been a
cloud. Sheep and clouds have certain similarities, in that both are
often white and fluffy. But, I suppose, now that I really chew it over,
you rarely see a sheep in the sky, and all things considered, it
probably was a cloud. If it wasn't a cloud then an exceedingly large
airborne sheep peed on my head.
Melrose is one of the most beautiful little towns in the Scottish
Borders. Three major long-distance paths march through the town:
Southern Upland Way, Borders Abbeys Way and St Cuthbert's Way, all
glorious countryside treks.
And, of course, Melrose is not just
renowned for its walks and spectacular scenery. It is also a pie-lover's
dream. The butchers, Millers of Melrose, make a mouth-watering selection of
pies on the premises, their range including such delights as a 'Black
Pudding & Coarse Mashed Potato' pie with a 'Honey & Whisky Glaze'. Now
THAT'S a pie.