I have just arrived in England. The lady on the passport control in Heathrow almost didn't let me into their country. I had to answer the Spanish Inquisition before my passport was stamped. Crazy woman. She had me feeling like a criminal and I certainly did not feel so welcome to Britian. Everything else was smooth however and I found my way over to Bristol to meet my mate Tom. Tom and I have a hired car with loud CD player in it. I was expecting our trip to include some of England in it, but have now discovered that for Tom it is a Scottish tour rather than a tour of Britian. That sounds fine to me... so now I am on a Scottish tour with Tom. We leave in the morning reather early... around 6am to get to Glasgow by lunch time. After a dinner at the local pub, The Swan... a very lovely restaurant feeling place which is nice enough to take your family to (nothing like I have seen or known in Australia or NZ)... we have sorted out our itinerary and are looking forward to starting our trip tomorrow. From Glasgow we head west to the Isle of Bute, then Oban, and overnight somewhere near or at Fort Williams before heading off to Aberdeen where my grandpappy used to live and around the coast until we reach Edinburgh. From here we return home again, hopefully via some of the less reachable places of England if there is time. So for all you Scottish peoples out there, "Lang may your Lummy Rick"... meaning "Long may your chimney smoke".