Scotland for I (or me, as it should more correctly be)

Severeal weeks ago I took a Friday off work and bravely boarded a ferociously early train out of Kings Cross to go and visit Samantha. No, the trains aren't suddenly offering a trans-Atlantic service - she was temporarily in the country and staying at her parents' house about an hour out of Edinburgh.

By the time I arrived up there her parents had very sensibly fled to London, leaving us in sole possession of their lovely, large Georgian house for the weekend. And I have to say that we were extremely grown up about it all.

( Wouldn't it be nice if we were older )