Scotland: National Rural Network
I was cutting a hedge for Frank ("Cut my hedge to six foot and use this plank as a measure" he barked, so now he's known as ‘Frank the Plank') when ‘Mad Mick', ‘Laid Back Larry' and ‘Roddy the Beard' passed by in a rusty white van.
I have a slight dilemma - should I go for Twitter or Gitter? I am currently debating whether to unleash my inner-most thoughts onto Twitter, you see, something along the lines of "Eating a fantastic sage stuffing and chicken Ciabbata just now" or "In the supermarket debating whether to buy mustard ham or tasty spam for tomorrow's sandwich", that sort of thing, just to keep folks updated about the contents of my lunch on a daily basis. I might even throw in a spot of gardening advice as well.
The Loopallu Music Festival in Ullapool, the ‘Little Fest in the West', heralds the beginning of Autumn for me: the nights are drawing in, there's a nip in the air and my woolly hat has re-engaged with my head during the receding daylight hours.
It was a good summer, 2009: Stuart Golabek re-emerged as a force to be reckoned with in Scottish football, we had an excellent barbeque at Sheila and the Master Mariner's abode by Invergordon, a Graduation Ceremony in Aberdeen and an atmospheric Inverness v Ross County derby match.
