Silver Wedding in Spain...and Kilt Plunderers

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In a moment of madness I thought that another xmarks siege of Sohail Castle might be fun for the following day, Wednesday, since Ann had not been with me the two previous times. We went via the harbour to look out for galleons.

This was going to be more difficult, the previous twice I had gone as a foot soldier and this time I had to wheel the siege machine, or trebuchet, up to the walls.

Passing below the castle and turning back to approach via the west slope offered a less steep option. Note that I wore a sporran this time to keep an eye on my money rather than having it in a side cargo pocket.

It was a hard pech up to the level of the castle walls. At this point I stopped for a breather. As I took this photo I felt something heavy and wet hitting my back. A man came forward, pointing to a bird which was landing on one of the castle turrets as being the culprit. I took off my shirt and he turned my kilt round back to front to show that it was also covered in muck. He gave me a bottle of water and some paper towels to clean myself up and went away. We retreated to base camp which was a cafe below the hill where the castle stood, intending to have lunch, but I then discovered that I only had a few coins left just enough for a cup of coffee each. I mentioned to the lady in the cafe that I was not having a good day, having been birdbombed and apparently dropped my banknotes. She then asked if a man had offered to clean up the birdsh*t and when I described him she said that was one of his regular tricks. He throws sh*t over the tourists, offers to help clean it up, then makes off with their money. The crafty spaniard had obviously dipped my sporran when he reversed the kilt then cleverly closed it again so I would suspect nothing.