I read the latest and, hopefully, last version of Jock Tamson's Half Hearted Transformation. It's not likely to get any better, so that's that. I'll send an email to someone at the Traverse and see if I can get any idea of what anyone would do with a play that no one had asked for. You'd have to know folk or at least try to get to know them and ... well, maybe I'll find someone to send an email to first of all.
And then give up. At least, it's finished.
I got hold of a copy of Pure Land by Alan Spence. Loved the beginning ... but when will I read it? I might have only read one novel last year, if you could call Hons and Rebels a novel, and ... well, I will read it.
The birds were on Linlithgow Loch and the allotment was lovely today. Clear enough sky. Sun still pretty low in the sky
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