Archive for April 2008

A train leaves Glasgow heading for London. The first three carriages are packed with a cargo of freshly sawn wood destined for the furniture makers of the English capital. In the fourth carriage is a family of blackcurrants, perhaps journeying home after a short cultural break north of the border.Un…

The drumming I heard on the roof of the hotel as I woke yesterday morning abated during breakfast as the rain moved away. Aside from an occasional shower, the day became increasingly bright and temperatures gradually rose to a dizzying 16 degrees Centigrade.It was an early start. The Médoc's …