We bundled back to the B&B in Parkend via the prog bus, which was buzzing with a hundred or so people who'd just seen the gig of their lives.
tuataralad had thoughtfully put a couple of bottles of Scotch in his luggage, so we sat and had a few drams - the really rather lovely PC8 and the stunning for its age Kilchoan. We talked music, life, the universe and
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