After a brief stop at home for the weekend it was back on the road traveling, for the second week
in a row. By this stage inspiration and subsequently motivation was at an all time low. So I
went down the route of the hotel room SP. I had even shot a frame or two of me sitting in the
suitcase in a pathetic attempt at a “living out of a suitcase” parody. But it was crap so I tried again!

In the end it was a fairly dull day at work, followed by a fairly dull evening in a restaurant.
I’d have taken a couple of shots there, but I’m still not certain my colleagues understand my
compulsion to have a camera in my hand morning noon and night!

Anyway this was the best of the bunch, shot on the bed, in a hotel obviously set up for tourists
rather than business travelers – what else could explain the abundance of tartan everywhere (even
the tiles in the bathroom were trimmed in tartan). It also explains my “little tartan blanket to
cuddle”. Mr Northstar I’m looking at you. It’s actually one of (many) tartan cushions left on the
bed – reading that actually made me laugh out loud!