I heard from Sue that everything had gone pretty much according to plan; I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it. I hear Ricky's soup and Sue's stovies were a bit special, as well.
I was spitting tacks at missing all the fun, but my car threw a completely unexpected wobbly, so I bit the bullet and stayed home. When your hydraulics and ABS warning lights come on and stay on, you've got to believe them; don't mess about with a car full of dogs and potentially dodgy brakes on icy roads. The dogs were all in the car, along with the backpack with the coursing collars and sandwiches and clipboard, the coursing cards and the hilarious comedy desert camouflage wellies. I'd also spent twenty minutes scraping ice off the windows (it was pretty damn cold last night in sunny East Lothian, I can tell you) so I wasn't best pleased. On the plus side, I did get the kennel beds changed and updated the Deerhound Club judges list files, but I would much rather have been up at Rumbling Bridge. The best laid plans of mice and Sids gang aft agley. Sigh...