Ochils

Off to Stirling again.  A day's training in PVG.  Fascinating and now I have to work out how I am going to feed it back sensitively, and tactfully. Focusing my mind on that nearly led to disaster.  As the doors locked on the Edinburgh bound train I realised my personal mobile was sill in the training room.  Luckily the trainer was headed in the same direction so after a half hour wait on the the very sunny Larbert platform I was reunited with the missing mob.  

The delay went a slight rejigging of plans so instead of going home I walked via the Gardens, full of poeple enjoying the sun, to the Grassmarket and the Vennel.

A very pleasant evening with L and M, sitting outside on their pretty patio.  We talked work and Menorca and politics and current issues. Then home, by taxi.