Deep in the heartlands of the once
proud and industrial thriving conurbation of Lanarkshire, where the bings lie
dormant and the steel works are lifeless, where Waitrose fears to tread and the
Lidls are packed like a home game league cup decider, life continues to cling
to a precarious existence.
As Winter draws in, some unusual nocturnal activity was
spotted last night around a quaint watering hole and feeding station in
Stonehouse. There lying in wait in the car park across the road from the ‘Indian
Times’ lurked a fervent wildlife watcher, looking suspiciously like David
Attenborough, crouched in the rhododendrons, watching a variety of noisy and winter-coated
two legged shapes shambling towards the illuminated doorway seriously intent on
stocking up the fat layers for winter hibernation.
After the bitter dejection of events surrounding the McRae
Rally in October, the disappointment has been replaced by a sense of optimism
for the new year. If anyone thought The Bears would be down then beware the
arrival of a new rallying season. And if you do hear a growl in the woods next
year it might not be a BDA - it might just be a Lanarkshire grizzly clearing
its throat and hungry for action. So take care, may the forests be with you.
Or as The Bears would have it, no nan too sweet, no pakora
too much, no onions too nippy, no curry too hot - and never enough beer to
quench it.
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