Dear Angel

So while Karl took a spur of the moment decision to go to Dumferline to 'look' at a car (something tells me he'll be driving back in a new one) Izzy and I decided to take in some culture.
It was the last day of the Dear Angel exhibition which I've been meaning to visit - it's part of the Festival of the North East, an art exhibition around communicating with the Angel of the North.
We both composed our letters to the Angel and added them to the collection.
Izzy was scared out of her wits at the 'tweet machine'. You were invited to write a tweet, then go into a small room (a former safe) where 30 seconds later there was a very loud WHOOSH and a small slip of paper flies out of box in the middle of the room - your tweet is printed and you can stick it on the exhibit. Rather than delight at old-school-meets-2013 Izzy burst into tears due to very loud noise!
I'm not sure where else in the world the curator would invite you to 'prick some large strawberries with a pin to hunt witches' as a antidote to crying, but this next piece of artwork involved winning chocolate so loud noises were forgotten.
I'm sure this is how every 6 year old spends a Saturday afternoon....