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Trunc
Nunc dimittis. Time to move on and enjoy something new, once that something has a shape, form and name. In the meantime, I have been out and about, in the unseasonable sunshine. We were in Glasgow for the Steve Vai gig, same night as Springsteen so the town was hoachin’. Little Stevie Vai was terrific…
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Salty eyebrows …
…were what we all had yesterday, after an energetic trip to the Isle of May, on board the RiB Osprey. Conditions were interesting on the outward leg, suffice to say that there is nowhere to hide from that salt water spray, even if you are wearing RNLI standard dry suits. Once we had landed, disembarked,…
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Transport of delight
Insert train pun of choice here, The Flying Scotsman’s tour of the new Borders railway and the Fife Circle has been reinstated. Somehow they found a gauger gadgie, and on a Saturday too. I wouldn’t like to be at the “lessons learned” meeting for that one, but I shall happily try to capture its image…
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Train of thought
Well, I had hoped to be posting some pictures tomorrow of the Flying Scotsman on her journey round the Fife Circle, but as we all know now, that ain’t going to happen, since thanks to glorious ineptitude on someone’s part, no-one checked if the train would fit. Now, the identification of untested assumptions is all…
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Gatherings
Vast have been our peregrinations of late; to wit a weekend with the Folk Club in Blairgowrie and a sojourn south to Peebles, thence to make the acquaintance of Marco, Bendrago and Pearly Popstar. We enjoyed some happy pottering in Kirriemuir, saw Marsh Harriers at Loch of Kinnordy, and nearly an Osprey but it turned…