The Old Troglodyte Excuse

Bit of a miscalculation today, in that I had a late flight to Isle of Man with Noah from Manchester anyway, but which was then diverted to Liverpool first, and made us about a hour and a half late arriving.

Matt met us off the plane and told us he had the chef of his local pub in Peel on standby for a late supper, but we had to move it sharp ish. This is a shot of us hot-footing it across island. If we had had the option of a blue flashing light or outriders, we would have used it.

My plan anyway had been to take some night shots using a new long exposure App, but I had not appreciated how late we might eventually emerge from Matt's local (well after midnight). An evening spent planning our working day for Wednesday, plus the distraction of getting into a detailed life history of a lovely man called Trevor (aka 'Titch') who had spent 18 months living as a Troglodyte on Arran, meant I missed my blip deadline - oops.

Busy day Wednesday, but must try to make amends for my little oversight.

Postscript: Been checking up some background reading on Troglodyte Trevor. He mentioned he now works as a "plantsman" and has been working with some RHS Gold Medal gardener called Richard Lucus, and who in turn, often works with pop star-turned-desginer Kim Wilde. He also mentioned a celtic spiral inspired scheme, and with the help of Google I think this must be Miltown Gardens.