I feel like I have barely touched the ground lately. I've been in Stirling, Campbeltown and Oban this week. Campbeltown is a small town right down at the very south end of the Mull of Kintyre (I almost typed "Mullet" there, which is a disturbing sign) and a five or six hour drive from Inverness. It was a bit of a new adventure for me, because I had only been part of the way down that road many years ago, to an alcohol detox centre when I was a teenager (there's a story for another day).
This weekend I have Jen, a joinee friend of mine from Glasgow, staying for the weekend, and we have just been out with Mike, a mate of mine up here, to Findhorn for the day. It's a lovely little village and there is a quite famous hippy commune, the Findhorn Foundation, nearby, which was very impressive and boasts a very pleasant atmosphere.
Work has been busy recently, and probably won't quieten down until I head off to Australia at the end of June. Which is not good, because I have an awful lot of planning and preparation to do in advance of that. Especially now there are rumours of a third Mullet Creek down under…
In other news, I am loving my latest book. It's bloody good.
