leaden fingers

I remembered going to Innerleithen sometime long ago like 2003 but had been looking in phone-cam folders, so didn't find the pictures until today. Apparently the printworks museum would have been open back then, but we didn't spot it or know about it. The twenty-five minute wait for the tour to start was probably a bit much for Amos, but Edgar seemed to be paying attention and became nicely occupied with tidying up the type after getting his name printed on a bookmark. Though we'd promised them an ice cream we didn't want to feed Amos one immediately prior to an hour-long drive when he'd been sick on the way through Peeble on the way in, so stopped at Ikea, where there was a fortunate Easter offer of a free ice cream to people prepared to wander through the entire showroom looking for letters on eggs.