On the plane, I won­dered whether I should con­tin­ue my jour­ney to Scotland after work­ing so hard in France. After all, it’s been too long with­out my kit­ty, my famil­iar bed, and my gui­tar. I knew I’d made the right deci­sion as soon as I saw Dennis greet­ing me with his arms open at the bag­gage claim. There’s no bet­ter feel­ing than some­one pick­ing you up at the air­port.

Layover in Heathrow. Terminal 5 is the newest addi­tion and very mod­ern, even with loung­ing couch­es where many peo­ple take their shoes off and sleep.

Dennis and Barney. So glad to be in a house with a kit­ty, and what a kit­ty Barney is.

What trip to Scotland would be com­plete with­out hag­gis piz­za. There’s some­thing both mild and rich about it.