It was the Hidden Lane Festival last weekend in Glasgow (1103 Argyle Street) with some bands, good food, cupcakes and some crafty things going on.

I usually avoid trying these landscape views as they can be bands of sky, mountains, trees then grass. I liked the strange shape of the trees though.

Each of the ipads were busy with people messing about on them.

I’ve been looking for a way to upload drawings on tour or on holiday and trying to keep weight down. The ipad is so close to being just right but I can’t attach a camera to it, that and a really simple version of photoshop and I’m sold.

Edit Oh, you can load up photos from your camera using this attachment and some photo software too from Louis of Good Inc

On the way to Ardrossan, the seats are set up in neat rows like a cinema or theatre watching the sea go by.

A small oasis in the west end of Glasgow. As part of the west end festival the allotments had an open day for the weekend with BBQs and plant sales and being okay to peek about the place.

chewing the cud and not doing much

I was lucky to have a few pieces in this book about bicycles. I still get a big grin when I see work in print and it is a lovely book with wonderful bikes and artworks, two of my favourite things.

Here’s an amazon link to the book Velo, Bicycle Culture and Design.

Although I’ve seen bluebells before, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a bluebell wood in my life. The smell was incredible and I was really surprised with the sheer amount of colour, blue was everywhere.

It’s a coppiced wood so all the young oak trees are very straight and let light shine through to the wood’s floor making it really bright and allows the colours to shimmer.

I did a mini cycle tour around Arran last weekend and the weather was just stunning. I’m still getting used to riding my bicycle with full panniers, the weight is such a difference.

"Around the bay, at ease, the green cat sleeps,
His paws and tail coil in Kilbrannan Sound.
His heather’d head its guardian pasture keeps,
His pebble claws in playful tides are drown’d.
Within his belly’s curve twelve houses lie
Held snug in wood-furr’d flank and muscl’d knoll
From eastern winds. A drowsy sun climbs high
Above the barren lairs of Catacol."
- E.M.C