Not the beach

Despite falling into bed exhausted at just after midnight I did not sleep well.  Too tired? Who knows why.

Of course I did drop off when it was almost time to get up so I didn't rush out of bed.  When I did and looked out to was to see the cloud right down and a smirr of rain. 

There was a convivial start when Y came round and eventually we headed to town, too late to see 'Trouble' (which didn't sound like a bundle of laughs anyway) but to the Symposium Hall to see the story of Carole King and James Taylor.  Not cheap (£15 for 50 mins) but very good and I bumped into J from Choir.  The couple  who performed were excellent, fantastic voices, and there was some audience participation. 

After that we moseyed across to the Book Festival via Sainsbury's and sat outside with our meal deals.  The sun was threatening to make an appearance, but failed, but it did seem warmer.  S booked a couple of book events, we drank coffee and then Y and I left S to her Sue to her author and we came home.

I suffered a rethink about next week and the Craignure to Poolewe journey.  a long way and really think I should break it so, given the extortionate prices a night in Fort William seems the answer.

Had a quick tea (and finally finished the pineapple before heading back t Bristo for a cocktail, a meet up with S and then off to see Mary. Queen of Rock, which was brilliant.  Such energy, such great voices. 

No lingering at the bar for us though.  Straight home for tea, or in my case, wine.