Rhea Rose and I are friends and writing buddies. Over the years we co-wrote, produced and acted in a Fringe Festival Play (Snow White and Rose Red are in the Bar Having a Drink), spurred each other on to writing poems and stories and generally kept the writing spark alive.
We've never co-wrote a poem but we would each pick a word (or sometimes an image) and then write a poem with those two words in it. So at one point I said, "bad lemons" and Rhea said, "dragonfly" and two poems were born. Sometimes the poems come quickly and sometimes we drag them out but it inspired us to write new poetry with images we might not have thought to put together by ourselves.
We decided to co-write a story. Mostly we have writing styles that mesh. This is good for flow and style, but perhaps it makes us too interchangeable. Still, a story that's not completely plotted out gains new elements, ideas and directions from each person.
The first story is still out on its maiden flight. We decided to write science fiction because the market these days is glutted with fantasy. However, neither of us are hard science, major tech writers. The characters are still the most important aspect of the story. The first genesis took some work and a lot of discussion.
We set deadlines: You must get the story back to me by this date and you have to have written a page. Rhea started with a paragraph. Then I wrote about a page and we sent it back and forth until it was done. One of us would call the other going, "Uh, what did you intend by adding this thing?" Or, "I haven't a clue what you're talking about here. Explain it to me."
Once the story was done, we each took a turn reading over it from the beginning, fleshing it out, tightening it up, clarifying ideas and descriptions. Then I proofread it and sent it out.
We're now working on our second story and like the poems, we each chose an image. We then sat around for a couple of nights discussing the ideas, characters, conflicts and plot, getting an idea of what the story would be, thinking of the implications of the science. Will this work? But why are they doing that? And always reminding ourselves to keep it fairly simple. Don't overcomplicate the plot.
We're still in progress. I started the story from the notes we kept, and then sent it to Rhea. She wrote more and sent it back to me. I worked over it some more, with a bit of a Eureka moment about the plot. It's now back with her. I think this story will even be stronger than the last and I like where we're headed with it. Usually whenI start a story I know about how long it will be. It's not so easy to tell when two brains are thinking on it. If nothing else, it has us fired up and our creative juices are flowing.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Bear, April 28,1948-December 18, 2007
JOHN BEAR CURTIS
Some of us knew him as John Curtis, Little John, Bear, or Manbear. A man larger than life at 6’7” would of course have to have more than one name. This man we knew by different names touched us all; it’s why we are here today (Bear's celebration took place in Vancouver on January 6th), though there are many more people that he touched as actor, musician, artist, mentor, storyteller and companion on so many levels it would be hard to discern them all.
Bear was a man of possessions, and laid claim to us, as we all have to him by being here, by calling him friend and brother, mentor and companion. Friends mattered a great deal to him and he was comfortable in any size group. Self-possessed with a taste for things larger than life, Manbear enjoyed hearing or playing a joke, jamming with friends, or being in his wonderful enchanted garden. Anyone who has ever been to Bear and Louise’s knows of the great museum it is; every surface is covered with ornaments, every wall with pictures, drums or collages of his making. Nothing is placed slapdash but laid out in a great labyrinth of colour, design and significance.
Never a lover of the capricious Mickey Mouse, Bear instead backed the temperamental Donald Duck. Some would say the duck was similar to the great John Curtis himself with both full of comic moments and an incredible temper. But his interests didn’t just stop at the cartoon characters. You might have been lucky enough to see the mountie on a horse with Prince Charles’ face, designed by Bear.
His collections went deeper to dragons, Beatlemania, numerous albums, exquisite creations in glass and his large repository of bones and skeletons; an homage to the animals with which we share the world. True to his Cherokee heritage, his role as pipe carrier and firekeeper, and as one who completed the four-year sundance, Bear honoured his ancestral roots, taking great pride and solemnity in walking the walk in the best way he could.
When I kept having visions of Native images, I asked Bear if it was possible to explore this and me just a white girl. He never once scoffed or condescended but took me to healing circles, dances and sweats. He very often knew what gift to give people. Whether his great visionary talent manifested in buckskin, feather, bone, wood or stone, Manbear honoured all these ways and brought visions and worlds to show the rest of us.
He had a gruff and stoic exterior at times, one where he rarely complained of his aches or pains, that caused him to snap grumpishly. Yet he could at the same time show compassion and had a great legacy of giving. Not a wealthy man in the ways of the material world, Bear was richer in so many ways by caring, his interest in life, his love of beauty and the depth of the enduring friendships he held. He loved to play music and chat with people, which sometimes was more them chatting and him listening.
Like his namesake, he loved his den, and like most Bears he didn’t seem cuddly on the outside. But many here remember a big bearhug or smooch from him. His great love was for his son Jesse and wife Louise. He hated to show that soft side in front of other people. Bear would get mad at Louise when she sometimes became too cutesy or revealed some little tradition that just the two of them share. Why’d he get mad? Because he wanted to maintain that grumpy bear image and yet, we knew there was a loving man in there.
All that Bear did, the many interests and events in which he interacted were larger than life, just as he was. All that he did was bear sized, and he remains in our hearts this way. By sharing our stories of Bear we keep him alive, with memories and love, for in the end, that’s all that any of us are.
Journey well, Bear.
Some of us knew him as John Curtis, Little John, Bear, or Manbear. A man larger than life at 6’7” would of course have to have more than one name. This man we knew by different names touched us all; it’s why we are here today (Bear's celebration took place in Vancouver on January 6th), though there are many more people that he touched as actor, musician, artist, mentor, storyteller and companion on so many levels it would be hard to discern them all.
Bear was a man of possessions, and laid claim to us, as we all have to him by being here, by calling him friend and brother, mentor and companion. Friends mattered a great deal to him and he was comfortable in any size group. Self-possessed with a taste for things larger than life, Manbear enjoyed hearing or playing a joke, jamming with friends, or being in his wonderful enchanted garden. Anyone who has ever been to Bear and Louise’s knows of the great museum it is; every surface is covered with ornaments, every wall with pictures, drums or collages of his making. Nothing is placed slapdash but laid out in a great labyrinth of colour, design and significance.
Never a lover of the capricious Mickey Mouse, Bear instead backed the temperamental Donald Duck. Some would say the duck was similar to the great John Curtis himself with both full of comic moments and an incredible temper. But his interests didn’t just stop at the cartoon characters. You might have been lucky enough to see the mountie on a horse with Prince Charles’ face, designed by Bear.
His collections went deeper to dragons, Beatlemania, numerous albums, exquisite creations in glass and his large repository of bones and skeletons; an homage to the animals with which we share the world. True to his Cherokee heritage, his role as pipe carrier and firekeeper, and as one who completed the four-year sundance, Bear honoured his ancestral roots, taking great pride and solemnity in walking the walk in the best way he could.
When I kept having visions of Native images, I asked Bear if it was possible to explore this and me just a white girl. He never once scoffed or condescended but took me to healing circles, dances and sweats. He very often knew what gift to give people. Whether his great visionary talent manifested in buckskin, feather, bone, wood or stone, Manbear honoured all these ways and brought visions and worlds to show the rest of us.
He had a gruff and stoic exterior at times, one where he rarely complained of his aches or pains, that caused him to snap grumpishly. Yet he could at the same time show compassion and had a great legacy of giving. Not a wealthy man in the ways of the material world, Bear was richer in so many ways by caring, his interest in life, his love of beauty and the depth of the enduring friendships he held. He loved to play music and chat with people, which sometimes was more them chatting and him listening.
Like his namesake, he loved his den, and like most Bears he didn’t seem cuddly on the outside. But many here remember a big bearhug or smooch from him. His great love was for his son Jesse and wife Louise. He hated to show that soft side in front of other people. Bear would get mad at Louise when she sometimes became too cutesy or revealed some little tradition that just the two of them share. Why’d he get mad? Because he wanted to maintain that grumpy bear image and yet, we knew there was a loving man in there.
All that Bear did, the many interests and events in which he interacted were larger than life, just as he was. All that he did was bear sized, and he remains in our hearts this way. By sharing our stories of Bear we keep him alive, with memories and love, for in the end, that’s all that any of us are.
Journey well, Bear.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Why I Won't Buy Saturn Again
I have a 2003 Saturn Ion 3. When I bought it in 2004 it was a demo model with about 4,000 km on it. That the salesperson changed three times before I bought it should have been an indicator to me where Saturn was headed, and it seems to be...out of the world.
The dealership then closed. I had a VIP membership for lifetime free oil changes but had to go to the Morrey dealerships for that, Morrey Nissan. But the car was on warranty and I had to go to a Saturn dealership for any warranty work. Neither of these places were in the same city of course.
Under warranty I took the car in four times because the back passenger door didn't seal correctly and was most noticeable at high speeds. Four times and they never did fix it correctly. Now, if I open the door I have to push the loose molding back into place before shutting the door and it will minimize the air blowing through.
Under warranty I took the car in at least four times because it would idle high when cold out. It would not start high but after I'd driven it even a few minutes it would idle high when stopped at lights. If I shut off the car, it would reset. It only happened when cold, which told me that there was something wrong with the idle or throttle and cold weather caused it to freeze or stick. I took a small automotive course in high school and have enough of a logical mind that I can figure out basic mechanical. Somehow though, these days mechanics can't seem to use a brain to figure out a problem unless they plug it into a computer.
So I drove the car in one day and didn't shut it off and lo and behold they could find the problem. It was fixed but then the weather turned warm and I couldn't test it until the fall when it was cold again. And guess what, problem not fixed. Oh and the car, no longer under warranty and the part isn't working right and it has no warranty. So why would I bother to fix the part again, knowing that if it blows it's still not under any warranty and that I can keep paying and paying for the same part. That's what the service people told me.
Now my car was at about 70,000 km when the fan in the car stopped working. I could get heat but no fan to blow it around. But of course it wasn't the fan itself that wasn't working. It was the computer component and would cost over $600 to fix. On top of that I made an appointment and had to wait over four hours for them to check the car. Then they charged me $60 for telling me it would cost $600. The car's warranty ends at 60,000 km I believe.
I contacted Saturn/GM Canada and their generous offer was to go 50/50 on the fan part. That's it. Nothing on the other things they never managed to fix. And basically they're saying, well we won't make money on this part but we won't go out of the way to satisfy you.
Although the guys were nice and friendly at Lansdowne Saturn in Richmond, the service wasn't that great and one day, while waiting in Richmond to get picked up and taken back to my car, it took them over an hour. I was no more than ten minutes a way. One service guy condescended to me in explaining that the car might just be idling high because it was cold. As if I'm not aware of the difference between a cold idle and a stuck throttle.
So, this is why I won't buy Saturn again. Poor service, poor repair record, a very short warranty and no customer satisfaction from Saturn Canada.
Of the car itself, it's mileage was okay, it has a huge blind spot for turning corners, the visors only work if you're six feet tall. I loved the adjustable heat vents that could blow right on my hands. The door locks are stupidly designed and the pockets on the side doors are smaller than any map should you want to store them there. But a car under warranty comes part and parcel with the dealership and I wasn't convinced that with Saturn's lagging sales that I'll ever buy another Saturn again.
The dealership then closed. I had a VIP membership for lifetime free oil changes but had to go to the Morrey dealerships for that, Morrey Nissan. But the car was on warranty and I had to go to a Saturn dealership for any warranty work. Neither of these places were in the same city of course.
Under warranty I took the car in four times because the back passenger door didn't seal correctly and was most noticeable at high speeds. Four times and they never did fix it correctly. Now, if I open the door I have to push the loose molding back into place before shutting the door and it will minimize the air blowing through.
Under warranty I took the car in at least four times because it would idle high when cold out. It would not start high but after I'd driven it even a few minutes it would idle high when stopped at lights. If I shut off the car, it would reset. It only happened when cold, which told me that there was something wrong with the idle or throttle and cold weather caused it to freeze or stick. I took a small automotive course in high school and have enough of a logical mind that I can figure out basic mechanical. Somehow though, these days mechanics can't seem to use a brain to figure out a problem unless they plug it into a computer.
So I drove the car in one day and didn't shut it off and lo and behold they could find the problem. It was fixed but then the weather turned warm and I couldn't test it until the fall when it was cold again. And guess what, problem not fixed. Oh and the car, no longer under warranty and the part isn't working right and it has no warranty. So why would I bother to fix the part again, knowing that if it blows it's still not under any warranty and that I can keep paying and paying for the same part. That's what the service people told me.
Now my car was at about 70,000 km when the fan in the car stopped working. I could get heat but no fan to blow it around. But of course it wasn't the fan itself that wasn't working. It was the computer component and would cost over $600 to fix. On top of that I made an appointment and had to wait over four hours for them to check the car. Then they charged me $60 for telling me it would cost $600. The car's warranty ends at 60,000 km I believe.
I contacted Saturn/GM Canada and their generous offer was to go 50/50 on the fan part. That's it. Nothing on the other things they never managed to fix. And basically they're saying, well we won't make money on this part but we won't go out of the way to satisfy you.
Although the guys were nice and friendly at Lansdowne Saturn in Richmond, the service wasn't that great and one day, while waiting in Richmond to get picked up and taken back to my car, it took them over an hour. I was no more than ten minutes a way. One service guy condescended to me in explaining that the car might just be idling high because it was cold. As if I'm not aware of the difference between a cold idle and a stuck throttle.
So, this is why I won't buy Saturn again. Poor service, poor repair record, a very short warranty and no customer satisfaction from Saturn Canada.
Of the car itself, it's mileage was okay, it has a huge blind spot for turning corners, the visors only work if you're six feet tall. I loved the adjustable heat vents that could blow right on my hands. The door locks are stupidly designed and the pockets on the side doors are smaller than any map should you want to store them there. But a car under warranty comes part and parcel with the dealership and I wasn't convinced that with Saturn's lagging sales that I'll ever buy another Saturn again.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
New Sales
I have sold my flash fiction piece "Amuse-Bouche" to Shroud Magazine. http://www.shroudmagazine.com/home It should be out in issue #2.
I have also received confirmation that my story "Strict Management" will come out in the Cleis Press anthology Open for Business.
I'm still awaiting contracts for both of these so I have no more details as of yet.
December slowed down my posting to this site for several reasons. It took far longer to get my Ireland pictures up than I intended. I was behind on reading through the slush pile for Aberrant Dreams. As well it was the usual end of year season with parties and get togethers and shopping. On top of that my place was broken into before Christmas and my new camera with which I took the Ireland photos was stolen, along with two necklaces. I cannot afford at this time to replace my camera and I was hoping to become more proficient in digital and put my old Photography degree to work and start getting some of my pictures into the stock photo market.
That's on hold for now. And then my dear friend Bear, who had been in the hospital for fourteen months, died on Dec. 18th. It was a hard time and I'm still grieving. I broke a molar over the holidays, which I still must get the money for first before I can get it crowned. So December was a hard month in an otherwise good year. For me it was a productive year with more fiction/poetry sales than ever before and therefore the most money I've made in a year on publishing. As well it was the most money I made in nonfiction writing as well and let me buy the camera, a carpet, get some dental work done and go to Ireland.
I hope I can beat some my last year's records. Two confirmed sales for January is a good start.
I have also received confirmation that my story "Strict Management" will come out in the Cleis Press anthology Open for Business.
I'm still awaiting contracts for both of these so I have no more details as of yet.
December slowed down my posting to this site for several reasons. It took far longer to get my Ireland pictures up than I intended. I was behind on reading through the slush pile for Aberrant Dreams. As well it was the usual end of year season with parties and get togethers and shopping. On top of that my place was broken into before Christmas and my new camera with which I took the Ireland photos was stolen, along with two necklaces. I cannot afford at this time to replace my camera and I was hoping to become more proficient in digital and put my old Photography degree to work and start getting some of my pictures into the stock photo market.
That's on hold for now. And then my dear friend Bear, who had been in the hospital for fourteen months, died on Dec. 18th. It was a hard time and I'm still grieving. I broke a molar over the holidays, which I still must get the money for first before I can get it crowned. So December was a hard month in an otherwise good year. For me it was a productive year with more fiction/poetry sales than ever before and therefore the most money I've made in a year on publishing. As well it was the most money I made in nonfiction writing as well and let me buy the camera, a carpet, get some dental work done and go to Ireland.
I hope I can beat some my last year's records. Two confirmed sales for January is a good start.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Glasgow & the End of a Journey
Our last day in Glasgow started with the museum and then we went off to St. Mungo's religious museum. Housed in the oldest standing building in Glasgow, it was a fairly bland exhibition and the building wasn't that interesting. So we walked up the street and over to the Glasgow Cathedral, but it was late in the day and it turned out it closed at 4:00. The guy was really just locking up so he said you have five minutes.
I zoomed around taking pictures, without actually really looking at the place. The Cathedral is supposed to be one of the few gothic cathedrals in Scotland, especially one that is whole and still used. It was built in 1471 and really is a fine example of gothic architecture. I wished I'd had more time to actually look.
After that we tried to find our way back to Will and Erin's. Unfortunately I'd forgotten their phone number. We also got lost because a helpful lady had told us what bus to catch back but it turned out there were two buses with the same name and a different ending, thus splitting and going varying routes. Which meant backtracking.
My sister was done. We had to walk about three blocks to catch another bus, after doing a partial return route. She thought we'd been walking for hours when it was less than ten minutes. :) A very drunk Scotsmen chatted with us (we had to catch a bus outside a pub, of course) and it turned out it was the other bus stop across the street from the pub. So he was a very drunk, yet helpful Scotsman.
So we finally made it back, with Will and Erin wondering what had happened to us. The next morning we flew out on Air Transat but not without issues. My sister had called them several times before she'd left and confirmed how many bags she could take on the plane, and on carry-on. She confirmed with the person on the phone and asked about leaving from Scotland. He confirmed with his supervisor that yes, she could take a bag and her camera bag as well.
Well, it turns out they have their own rules. My sister ended up paying overweight baggage because of it and was rightfully furious because she had to pack one back into everything else. My recommendations: don't fly Air Transat if you're flying more than two hours. The seats are small even for someone 5'4". If you need a special diet, they'll lose it or muck it up badly. And someone travelling with you will probably get a special diet they didn't order, as I did. They'll tell you one thing and do another and not be the least helpful or apologetic for it. The seats cost extra so that super cheap flight turns out not that cheap in the end.
Europe and Great Britain especially have tighter baggage allowances and the airline won't always know what it is or get the info confused. The attendants on Air Transat were very nice and helpful but everything else convinced me I won't be flying with them again.
At least the return trip was more pleasant. The plane wasn't completely full so I went and chatted with this Scottsman, Ian MacIntosh who lived in Calgray. That way, my sister and I both had extra room.
Over all, Ireland was a great trip. The trip was from Sept. 26-Oct. 16 and it's taken me this long to post my pictures. I want to go back and explore more of western Ireland and some of the south. I think I'd fly into Wales and then from Wales to the west of Ireland. Of course I'll have to buy a camera again, but that's a tale for tomorrow...
I zoomed around taking pictures, without actually really looking at the place. The Cathedral is supposed to be one of the few gothic cathedrals in Scotland, especially one that is whole and still used. It was built in 1471 and really is a fine example of gothic architecture. I wished I'd had more time to actually look.
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| Ireland 2007--Glas |
After that we tried to find our way back to Will and Erin's. Unfortunately I'd forgotten their phone number. We also got lost because a helpful lady had told us what bus to catch back but it turned out there were two buses with the same name and a different ending, thus splitting and going varying routes. Which meant backtracking.
My sister was done. We had to walk about three blocks to catch another bus, after doing a partial return route. She thought we'd been walking for hours when it was less than ten minutes. :) A very drunk Scotsmen chatted with us (we had to catch a bus outside a pub, of course) and it turned out it was the other bus stop across the street from the pub. So he was a very drunk, yet helpful Scotsman.
So we finally made it back, with Will and Erin wondering what had happened to us. The next morning we flew out on Air Transat but not without issues. My sister had called them several times before she'd left and confirmed how many bags she could take on the plane, and on carry-on. She confirmed with the person on the phone and asked about leaving from Scotland. He confirmed with his supervisor that yes, she could take a bag and her camera bag as well.
Well, it turns out they have their own rules. My sister ended up paying overweight baggage because of it and was rightfully furious because she had to pack one back into everything else. My recommendations: don't fly Air Transat if you're flying more than two hours. The seats are small even for someone 5'4". If you need a special diet, they'll lose it or muck it up badly. And someone travelling with you will probably get a special diet they didn't order, as I did. They'll tell you one thing and do another and not be the least helpful or apologetic for it. The seats cost extra so that super cheap flight turns out not that cheap in the end.
Europe and Great Britain especially have tighter baggage allowances and the airline won't always know what it is or get the info confused. The attendants on Air Transat were very nice and helpful but everything else convinced me I won't be flying with them again.
At least the return trip was more pleasant. The plane wasn't completely full so I went and chatted with this Scottsman, Ian MacIntosh who lived in Calgray. That way, my sister and I both had extra room.
Over all, Ireland was a great trip. The trip was from Sept. 26-Oct. 16 and it's taken me this long to post my pictures. I want to go back and explore more of western Ireland and some of the south. I think I'd fly into Wales and then from Wales to the west of Ireland. Of course I'll have to buy a camera again, but that's a tale for tomorrow...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Glasgow & the Kelvingrove Museum
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| Ireland 2007--Glas |
Our lovely trip to Ireland ended and on Monday morning we flew back to Glasgow to Will and Erin's place, wonderful people to put us up in their wee flat. I think my sister and I were a bit dragged out and didn't really do more that snooze until they got home. If I recall Erin was still in Iceland(?) that night.
The next day we trundled off with directions and map, taking the bus to the Glasgow museum (which I now remember is called the Kelvingrove Museum). It was a cold day and just as well as a transition out of Ireland. Ireland seemed cozier and smaller (and warmer!). Glasgow's a pretty large modern city. Even Dublin held more of a sense of age. So in a way it was good to transition back to Vancouver.
The museum was interesting. Some things the same as all. A section on indigenous wildlife, including all the extinct indigenous wildlife. Humans have wiped out so many species and it continues. It's sad to see that. If we could learn to populate less, farm/hunt more efficiently and in a renewable way, we might exist another thousand years but I'm having my doubts right now.
There were some interesting paintings and sculptures in the museum too. The small section on women's early subjugation and suffragette movements was eye opening. I knew there were a lot of "Victorian" inventions with things like the chastity belt and that any earlier versions have never been found. If I was exploring this farther I'd want to know more of the history and dating of the objects.
The Art Nouveau/Deco section and the stuff on Renne MacIntosh, Scotland's darling were wonderful. I'm very partial to Art Nouveau so spent a lot of time there drooling on things. And of course seeing the jacket from hmm, what era, the Reformation, the 17th century was cool as the only piece of clothing I saw there. I think there might have been a bit I missed.
After we wandered around Glasgow and had the most awful Scottish-Mexican food. A breaded cheeseball with salsa. Potatoes with salsa. My sister got glutened so it added trips to the loo. The rest of the pictures and the trip will be in the last batch and then I'm done.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Dublin & Keating's Bar
Sunday October 14, nearing the end of our trip and our last night in Ireland. We had come back to Dublin a day earlier hoping to have some time to see a few more sights but what with getting lost over and over again, we really had time only to pack, drop off the car and get something to eat. We were downtown on a Sunday and couldn't find much. So we ate at a diner with unremarkable food.
We then caught a taxi (turns out it was only a few blocks away) to Keating's Bar because my friend Will in Glasgow had said check it out. It turns out the be an old church that fell into disrepair. Eventually it was bought by a local restaruateur and restored, keeping both the history of the place preserved and opening an establishment that has more parishioners of food than anything else. The crypt in the basement (with tombs in the floor) is the wine bar. The large open space bathrooms are down there where you walk in and go right if you're a man and left if you're a woman. When you're at the sinks you can see men and women.
The main floor has a loong loval bar down the middle and the top floor, overlooking the main floor is the dining area. If we had known there'd be food we would have eaten there and had a better meal.
We had an early flight the next day so we caught a taxi back to the B&B and that was that. There are about two days left of pictures from Glasgow and then it will be back to regular writing.
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| Ireland 2007--Keat |
We then caught a taxi (turns out it was only a few blocks away) to Keating's Bar because my friend Will in Glasgow had said check it out. It turns out the be an old church that fell into disrepair. Eventually it was bought by a local restaruateur and restored, keeping both the history of the place preserved and opening an establishment that has more parishioners of food than anything else. The crypt in the basement (with tombs in the floor) is the wine bar. The large open space bathrooms are down there where you walk in and go right if you're a man and left if you're a woman. When you're at the sinks you can see men and women.
The main floor has a loong loval bar down the middle and the top floor, overlooking the main floor is the dining area. If we had known there'd be food we would have eaten there and had a better meal.
We had an early flight the next day so we caught a taxi back to the B&B and that was that. There are about two days left of pictures from Glasgow and then it will be back to regular writing.
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