On our last day in Scotland Ilze and I drove to Glasgow via the Trossarchs and found this wee tea-shop with not so wee Highland Cattle.
Inside the compulsory souvenir shop wee found this delightful wee bear kitted out in a wee kilt made from Harris tWEEd and she decided she need to come to Australia to live with our Grand-daughter, the wee Ivy.
These are her adventures so far.
More may follow if I am not arrested for strange adult behaviour.
Pete.
PS. She snores.





