My encounter with Angels.

I have also had an amazing experience with angels. My niece was driving me from Canterbury to the West Country with her 9yr old boy in the back, playing on his game consul. We entertained ourselves in the front seat by listening to a CD she had all about angels. The gist of it was that we all have an angel(s) and they are only pleased to give you a hand now and then (obviously not the lawns!!!). After the CD was finished we realised she had taken the wrong route and we were not travelling on the motorway, but had taken an A road through the Wiltshire countryside (much preferred).
Remembering what the speaker said, I decided to put some of it to the test. We were all thirsty and hungry (boy beggin for MacDonalds), so I asked my angel (quite reverently) "Please would you find us somewhere good to have lunch" and left it at that.
The very next moment a brown sign appeared with crossed knife and fork, so we took that turnoff. We ended up going through miles of countryside with just nothing. Then a village came into view, so we found the carpark. Exiting the carpark on foot we saw a sign "Fish and Chips" and my niece and I inwardly groaned, but followed it anyway. The street branched: fish n chips to the right and something shiny hanging above a door to the left. I was curious about the shiny thing, so went towards it. It proved to be a sign of a metal teapot with angels wings around it and it was in fact advertising Angel Cafe which turned out to be in Angel Lane. We fell about laughing with delight, went inside and had the most beautiful lunch, fantastic tea and pleasant service I have had in years. All thanks to our angels who guided us that day.

Thank you very much. I will wave as I pass you

I think it is a 22 from Princes St. get off at the Gyle Centre, head for the petrol station, and go through the underpass behind the petrol station. You may have to negotiate round the everlasting works for the trams, but if you have looked at Google Maps you should be able to find your way. The Gyle Centre has a food hall, too, with several fast food outlets and coffee stands.

By the way you are not supposed to feed the swans or other birds - the water was getting overcrowded and foul at one time because the word got around that there was free bread going. The seagulls became quite obnoxious.

Elegran Wondrous. I could go there next week on the 35 bus?

Type in "Loch Ross, Edinburgh" in Google maps to see an aerial view. It must be a great place to work.

I always think herons look primevil. Ladies..the past few posts have had me in tears . Daman; I love your take on floating feathers.

Daman It was in a business park. An existing stream running through it is landscaped into a long thin lake with a straight paved path on one side, with trees and benches, and the other side irregularly shaped with shingle, boulders, trees and shrubs and reeds. There are a pair of swans, coots, moorhens and other visiting birds. The water is piped in at one end and runs through and out at the other.

At the weekends no-one is working, and it is a lovely peaceful place to walk. The heron stood in the reeds for half an hour preening his feathers.

Sewsilver did in April. Mention chocolate.

Who mentioned chocolate?

Raisins not chocolate

Elegran What sort of little sweetie things do you dangle to allow you to take the beautiful heron pictures? and where is that lovely place?

No, Lilygran Raisins are for attracting pheasants so that you can catch them. I don't know what would attract angels. Angel cake? Well, you give cattle cake to cattle.

?raisins? Is there a raisin d'être for this comment?

Have you tried raisins?

The purity from fouling and the absence of harshness of a feather recently detached, in the normal course of things, from a swan gliding past or come to share my picnic - I reckon that is angelic - the feather and the atmosphere.

I have no interest in or opinions about angels but am interested in sayings. According to Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase & Fable:

To show the white feather To show cowardice, a phrase from cockfighting, a white feather in a gamecock's tail being taken as a sign of degenerate stock, not a true gamebird.

Chicken-hearted or chicken-livered Cowardly. Young chickens are remarkably timid and run to the mother hen at the slightest alarm.

Just thought you'd like to know.

Beautiful voice!

Yes!

Anyone remember the Annie Lennox song: " There must be an angel playing with my heart? "

Maybe not totally relevant but....
Beautiful song.

We don't want your leftover worms, thanks jingl....

No thanks I'm veggie. Anyway I thought you'd already eaten him

[shrug]

First come, first served.

You can have the

Yes, jingl, you greedy thing! I'm sure Ian meant his gifts to be shared....[holier-than-thou-emoticon]