Mouth Music

Today I went with Bill to the BGH - he didn't need my company, just my driving services, since he's still without a licence after his bike crash. It was good to spend time just driving and chatting.

Then, this evening, Claire was denied entry to the George Monbiot lecture in Edinburgh, not for rowdy behaviour, but because the hall was full. I, on the other hand, was welcomed into Peebles High School's assembly hall to hear about the benefits that the Duke of Edinburgh Award would bestow upon the mind, body and spirit of my S3 son.

I bumped into Martin Swan there: fiddler, wood-smith and bon vivant. I haven't seen him for ages.

"I spend most of my time in Croatia. We're building a recording studio."

Nice.