Where have you been all my life?

June 11.

This was a strange day; until then I had only ever spoken to three "Craik"s in my life - my sister, my father and my grandfather. Today I met a cousin and her granddaughter and later in the day I got to speak to two other cousins who lived just over the Tay and probably could have been seen from the Premier Inn where I was staying.

It must be a little like an adopted child finding its parents. Suddenly I've found about fifty relations - that's a lot of Christmas cards to write!

Having lunched on Haggis at the Fisherman's Tavern we spent a couple of hours going round the RRS Discovery.



http://www.rrsdiscovery.com/index.php?pageID=54







Why, oh why couldn't they have restored the Cutty Sark in the same way?

The Black Watch

June 9.
Having established that my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was in the Black Watch and fought at Waterloo (presumably the Battle of Quatre Bras) I decided to go along to the Black Watch museum which co-incidentally is about four hundred yards from where he was originally a shoe-maker. Lovely museum with rooms for every theatre of war in which they took part - some of it is quite heart-rending. On a brighter note I loved the tale of the American who commented that it was about time they got new flags in the Napoleonic room...they were of course the originals from 1815.

Just had time to spot a few more churches frequented by the Dissenting Congregation of Perth and then it was regretfully on to Dundee; Perth really is a lovely little place. Unfortunately a lot of its inhabitants want it to regain city status - as someone who doesn't live there, I do hope they don't get it.

We were booked in the the Premier Inn at Discovery Point exactly beside the River Tay and next door to the RRS Discovery.