The queen’s geese

I arrive at Pollock just after 8 and by some miracle my room is ready. I check in, dump my stuff, and walk through Holyrood to the office.

After a full day of “coaching - various teams”, I walk back through the park to Pollock, dump my bag, and catch a bus down the bridges. Matt is waiting in The Hebrides (a bar, not a collection of Scottish islands) and we discuss a bit of company business over a beer.

Gary joins us, Matt departs, we head to Dynamic Earth for the LAS speaker’s dinner. The food is fine, the conversations are excellent, and the continuation at 9A (another bar) is inevitable.

I bail before closing time. Tomorrow morning will be whisky flavoured.