Just to remind ourselves how to play the tunes, we decided to have a wee mini-tour last week covering both The Frozen North in the shape of a return to Inverness, and the comparitively sub-tropical swelter of the recently renamed Borisland Metropolis And Olympic Village to the south, with a few in between (mainly because we can’t abide long drives, or indeed long periods of time anywhere in a confined space with Jim and his Champ-Man Running Commentary Disorder).
We left Edinburgh for Inverness on a beautiful “Spring-has-sprung”
morning, with rabbits hopping in the central reservations and lambs
gamboling in the car park of the Gala Casino, but it was not far north
of Perth when we realised that nobody had told these highlanders it
wasn’t still winter. It was infact snowing. Luckily we got through by
the sheer momentum of our massively overloaded van, and made it to
Moray Firth Radio in time for a quick coffee and acoustic session. De
Rosa were loitering in the lobby having just done one themselves, and
our paths would cross further as they were playing the upstairs venue
of Hootananny that very same evening as we were downstairs. Spooky.