Tomorrow morning I set off on a short northern trip, a tour even. It's going to be eight hours, even from here in Yorkshire. I drove here yesterday, and that took four hours.
It seems like I'm already getting into the kind of mindless numbers games that start to sprout inside my head on long drives.
Picture hunting. Inverness. Colinsay. Carlisle. Finish off by taking a diversion to the viewing day for Chatsworth's attic sale before getting home in time to see Bee.
In between, I'll be crashing in on three different worlds: Highlands, Islands, and Borders. What'm I going to hear? What'm I going to see? What'm I going to do?
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