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Scotland the brave!

Scotland is a land that I have mostly seen at night this weekend.

Its been a crazy one.. arrived late on Friday night to find Jeff with a new haircut (scuse photos.. forgot camera!)

Drove the hour and a bit to the infamous Crieff pad (big ole farmhouse with an aga and everything). Had tea and toast and retired to bed.. got up and did a funding consultancy (which paid for me to get to and from.. yay). Got back with ten minutes to get ready to go out in Edinburgh.

Which is lovely, as was the very schmoosy restaurant! Nice dinner..

Took a little walk along Princes Street (Sir Walter Scott.. famous for????), back in the van to Crieff.. un peu de sleep: back up and now in Edinburgh airport!! (well I was when I drafted this!!)

Its been light for about half an hour of my traveling. Which means that I know that Scotland has sheep (they glow a little in the early morning light), rain (mainly horizontal), a big sci-fi looking power station, and more stars than England (Ewan, Sean etc).

In all seriousness though, just in the half light of yesterday morning there was something about the space of the farm that awoke something really creative in me. I felt much more inspired than I had for ages. I guess all just a reminder of allowing myself enough space to be inspired…

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