this time tomorrow

An exclusive invitation from the first Aberfeldy Book festival took me on a monumental train journey north to the warm, tea drinking Temple gallery for a weekend of windows and workshops. A sea of paper boats were cut, folded and hung by the comfort of the roaring fire, while locals tentatively peered in to see what all the laughing and smiling was about. By Saturday morning word in the town was out that sail boats bobbed in mid-air on Dunkeld Street. A well attended mini book making workshop followed and was received with enthusiasm. By sunset I was racing through the exquisite landscape to seek my own life boat in Edinburgh for a dose of unique hugs and a rice pudding supper.