And so north again

We packed up, and travelled north up the A9 again.  I spent most of the journey to Pitlochry convinced I've left something behind - I realistically know it's unlikely, and in any case, it's just too bad if I have, but my subconscious was insisting on worrying.

In Pitlochry we stopped for coffee and cake in the rather lovely surroundings of the Festival Theatre, meeting with Winsford - nice to meet her.  From there, I was driving, so at least I had something to occupy my head instead of useless worry.

In the evening it was wonderful to sit out for drinks and then dinner in Arclight's lovely garden.