Ballasted

A day of grandparents and trains today. Playing with trains in the morning (thanks Jay), sending one set of grandparents off on the train and then visiting the other grandparents where snow is still everywhere.

The journey back from grannies was filled with bagpipes as Arlo declared his love for the most Scottish of instruments. I'm partial myself from time to time, but tonight found myself admiring the undercurrent of drone. Got me thinking about all those drone acts of the last few years and wondering if there's a caledonian influence in there somewhere. Which all leads me to an act I've only just heard of Stars of the Lid.