The barbarians are at the gate

But at least we are in Tain. 

A very difficult meeting in the morning. I had what amounted to a panic attack afterwards, so cut my next meeting, headed home, and then waited for a while before we drove north. We split the journey by having an indulgent early tea at the Newtonmore Truck Stop. Judicially approved, no less.

There are lots of cheerful daffodils at the back. This is the lilac in the dark.