The Bard

Out to that East Lothian countryside somewhere to meet up with Toots and Donald. First time I’ve been to his cottage, which is a joy - full of his artefacts and familiars. A life well lived indeed. Though Toots is less impressed as she says there used to be twice as much clutter and she’s only recently managed to prise much of it out, making room to actually make your way (just) from the front door to the kitchen. I loved it - took me back to those cottages that I visited as a student in Fife - where the hippies still lived having dropped out of Uni, or indeed finished Uni. Though we didn’t have a smoke.
And talking of all things hippy-ish, the Glasto lineup was announced. Hey, we’d heard of some of the bands! Well, Robert Plant anyway.