morganlf and I are safely in St. Andrews. We travelled through King's Cross nearly 24 hours to the minute before the bombings, but were safely in Edinburgh (amid the craziness of the G8 and the associated protesting) when the bombings actually occured. The mood here is somber but resolved--it reminds me a great deal of the aftermath of 9/11. Thanks to everyone who sent worried emails--we're fine.

Alison is attending sessions of the "The Middle Ages on Film" while I'm exploring St. Andrews. If you're not a golfer, the town is 15 minutes from one end to the other, and while it does have several fascinating medieval sites, I've nearly exhausted the historical venues.... Time to move to other venues as I explore Scottish lagers and reading on the beach. Not necessarily in that order.

Oh, and a word of advice. Just because you can deep fry something, doesn't mean you should. In this case, toast. Don't deep fry toast. And then don't serve it for breakfast. Ech.