"I recollect very little...I am sorry that indolence came upon me toward the conclusion of our journey, so that I did not write down what passed with the same assiduity as during the greatest part of it"
We soon realized why the handful of tourists parked out front were eating
their packed lunches in such a desultory fashion - the castle was in fact
shut on Fridays.
We contented ourselves with a circumnavigation of the grounds and a moment's
cooing over the Highland cows nearby.
We lunched in what was once the Argyle Arms
now the Great Inn. Beg to differ, though the stags head in the bar was baronially
(?) magnificent...
We arrived at my sister Alison's, and indulged in a pizza - such was AHJ's craving for food that doesn't come with:
Our next two days were spent in an intense whirlwind with Glasgow Uni Psychology Dept at its vortex, and the wonderful Stefan Korn at its helm. Bit of a mixed metaphor, but hey, it's been a long month...
Thanks to IRC, MBone (a kind of video IRC) and CUCMe, we met many of
our most diligent viwers from all over the world, though the marathon length
of the session spared Nina & I any really taxing queries, I think, and
unfortunately our most profound contribution was a live dance
for Eva and Kathy in Vienna.
Paul Welsh was another Glasgow
star player, unwittingly up to his neck in the project by this stage, having
begun by innocently writing a Glasgow
Herald article and ending with having Nina to stay at his house (well,
we said it was interactive).We were thrust back into urban life with a
boozy night at the CCA with our new pals, none of whom had had any sat
in the matter.
Last but not least, my hosts, my sister Alison and my niece Zoe were forced
to have a guided tour round the site, with Zoe becoming increasingly ratty
as she realised that the laptop was not a Fisher Price.
