Scotland always makes in better

After a day of epic proportions yesterday (mentally, emotionally, volume-of-stuff-done-in-short-space-of-time-ly) there's nothing quite like settling into a sofa in a comfy living room of a *gorgeous* B&B and knowing that the furthest I need to travel for the next few days is a couple of miles. Hoo har. Made it up to Pitlochry on the sleeper overnight (after a "last chance saloon" hurtle to the train station and a rather cold wait at Preston before jumping on the sleeper) and found my way to my accommodation for the weekend, Wellwood House, very easily. Even better: they let me in, showed me to aforementioned very comfy living room and then offered me breakfast! Woo!

I'm now somewhat procrastinating before packing up all my stuff and pootling into town to meet a friend (who lives locally but I haven't seen in well over a year) then catching up with Cousin-Who-Lives-In-Australia plus husband this afternoon. After that, my plans will change with the wind, I'm sure! But really I should get a wriggle on and get myself to the place I need to be for the time I need to be there. Off I go...