The Last Gang in Town

I just want to say a few words about our small, but perfectly formed, Bloggers Meet-Up last week. One or two of us who have been writing blogs since the dawn of time have been threatening to meet up in the real world for longer than I care to remember; and so it came to pass that last Tuesday the waves parted, the planets aligned and the rail network remained strike-free long enough to enable six humble scribblers to make the long journey to Edinburgh - following some mythical siren call to come and spend a few days in each other's company. And what a splendid few days away it was too. Although my fellow bloggers' anonymity* prevents me from telling you who came to feast at the top table, I'm sure you've all read enough of my back issues to piece together who the runners and riders were.

And in real life, just like our blogs, the conversation was convivial, the company was scintillating and the music was, ahem, banging. Thank you to everyone who came and made the excursion so life affirming; let's hope we can do it all over again in '23. 

* Tho' they did allow me to use the thinly disguised photograph (above) which was taken outside a rather lovely hostelry. (Don't worry, we had plenty more taken inside hostelries!)