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16-10-26 This was a brilliant day out. I'd seen a couple of folk (separately Caroline and Richard) post photos of the bearded reedlings near Errol. (Previously known as bearded tits.) Last year Mary and I failed to see them mid-November, in a drive-by shooting attempt on the way home after a family visit to Aberdeenshire. I knew Mary wasn't that keen for more of the same, so tried to form a plan to get there solo.My first thought was the train. The nearest stations to Errol are Perth and, less conveniently, Dundee. For the day in question, sunny Friday 16th, there was a train back from Perth that was bookable with a bike place but the early morning train North with a bike icon was not reserve-able. Do I risk turning up at morning rush hour with the possibility of not being in the first three barging onto the bike carriage? The tickets were about £28 return and it all seemed a bit fraught. However I then noticed (while googling travel options) that there appeared to be a bus run by a…

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