The Daily Mail (Scottish Edition)heard me telling the newsagent that I was off to France for a week. He sniffed. Me, I am happy to go to Pease Bay. Not far, nice beach and no foreigners, You can keep France, in my book.
A bit like our first visit to Peebles when we were looking for a house in the Borders. 'Won't find any advertised. Word of mouth around here' some one said smugly. A mite pleased with itself-Peebles- we thought. Apparently the unofficial town Motto is:
PARIS FOR BUSINESS: PEEBLES FOR PLEASUREWe stopped looking. Especially after I had rung the Golf Club and asked if I could reserve a tee to play a round.
'No' I was told.
Labels: Peebles for Pleasure, Smug town
