Glad you clicked. I didn't like that ending. Too cliché... And not true either. As every amateur storyteller knows, never let the truth get on the way of a good story. The opposite is correct too.
Getting back to London wasn't the end of the trip. There was one more events on the 50th birthday extravaganza: 4 tickets for the Cross The Tracks Festival 2023 in Brockwell Park, Brixton.
So, on Sunday, I packed the entire family in the dirty-as-shit Tuscon and drove a few more miles to Brixton. And boy, these extra miles might have been the sweetest of'em all.
I had a great time in Scotland. The best, really.
But honestly, it didn't even come close from the joy of being with Karen, Mia, Sebastian and some friends in a Brixton park grooving and waving together to Ezra Collective until the legs (and bladder) gave up...
The Real End PS: Next year, I' driving to Ireland...