I can't tell you what a great time I had in Scotland - right up near the top, beyond in Inverness. It was hot, too. The scenery was breathtaking and I've got lots of panaramas to stitch together) both photographically and with a needle). The verges of the roads were lovely, as you can see.
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It was amazing how late the sunset was, that far north. It didn't really get dark at all - more like a deep twilight around midnight. This sunset was taken at 10.30 on our last evening.
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But it was the people who made the greatest impression as they were so lovely and welcoming. We were taken to see all the sights, fed wonderful meals and generally made to feel special. I was in competition with a pipe band for part of the talk, which gave a very Scottish flavour. Good things were made in the workshop, too - a talented bunch. They all kept going with a will and made lovely things; Andrea learned to free-machine and took to it like a natural. Here's a foiling sample from Sally.
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And a potential bookcover from Dee.
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In the church next door to our workshop venue was this amazing Pictish stone.
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We had a call at Inverness airport for our hold case to be examined. Must stop taking things with wiggly pipe-cleaners that look like bombs. Our arrival back at Gatwick was not uneventful, either. In their wisdom the authorities now make you queue when you get off the plane so they can take a photo. This is for an INTERNAL flight. They gave us a piece of paper explaining why. I was cross, so screwed mine up and chucked it in a bin. After walking for miles they made us wait again and then demanded the piece of paper. I had to go back to find my rubbish bin and rummage through the old banana skins and coffee drips to find it. GRRR.
Clive, meanwhile was waiting at baggage reclaim for one last case. Along with lots of other folk from our flight we waited for ages and then discovered that it wasn't a circular belt and that an unhelpful man had taken the cases off and they were all thrown anyhow on the floor.
This (plus extreme hunger) drove us to have an exceedingly naughty fish and chip supper which was lovely. It was very good to be home, especially as there were some excellent review books waiting for us
















