Scottish Summer.

Lots of running round like a headless chicken today. My office first, for a meeting that fell through, then to secondment, then to catch a train to Lancaster (picture taken through the window) for a meeting in which I'm scribing. We caught the train from Aberdeen at lunchtime but didn't get to Lancaster until 7.00, so myself and the two men I was meeting had dinner in the hotel. It was a lovely meal and the hotel itself looks great, with a pool, jacuzzi and gym.

My bed is very squishy and appears to be calling my name. I'm shattered.