1. Holiday traffic on the M6 on a Friday.
2. We forgot to get enough diesel prior to venturing into the wild remotes of the borderlands.
Luckily we stopped before we ran out completely at a wonderful inn where a young chap offered to syphon diesel from his car into ours. Alas, a stop gauge. Drinks were ordered, the AA were rang, the wait was on. Spirits were high despite the adversities largely due to a great, communal twitter conversation involving replacing keys words in band names with names of types of fish eg. Salmon and Garfunkel, The Small Plaices, Kylie Minnow-gue etc.





So we arrived eventually in the little town of Innerleithen with a morning off to potter in the shops including a brilliant antique/second hand book shop pictured above.
We played twice at Traquair Fair over the weekend, a quaint festival in the hills. Unfortunately it rained and rained and rained. During our second performance the power cut. We moved to the front of the stage, called the crowd forward and played acoustically.
So despite weather and traffic and lack of open fuel stations, we had a really special weekend.

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