First foot

Sitting round the kitchen table this morning, nursing a slightly sore head, I'm surprised to seé a dapper gent outside waving at us. Who can it be? None other than Ali Wilson who, it turns out, dropped off the radar because he was struggling with addiction. He's been a client at Castlecraig, but gets out in 10 days.

After coffee we go down and have another coffee in Nick's yurt - which is located in "Ali's" yew glade, so called because Ali stayed there when he first escaped Edinburgh and alcohol.