So, what do I make of the past two days at Forbes of Kingennie ( where does that name originate from?). In this case is Forbes a first name or surname? I once knew a Marjory of Motherwell or was it Moffat? I wonder if she is now an 'up-market resort' , she was when I knew her. But of course I muse. I also had a metalwork teacher called Mr Forbes. He was such a barbarian that I spent most of his lessons down the beach shivering in harr and wishing I was older and out of the educational system which had too many employees akin to Mr Forbes. 'Forbes of Kingennie', a great name for a butcher.

Being an 'upmarket resort', in Angus terms, the location of our craft fair was excellent. Visitors were steady without crush barriers being required. Quality products were on display and browsers were complimentary although hands were reluctant to open purses or delve into pockets. Is it the credit crunch? In a business sense my view was that goods were not 'flying' off the stalls although some crafters, and thankfully some first timers, did ok.

But you and I know that there is more to life than business. The ethos of the occasion was splendid. New aquaintences soon became old friends. Ideas were shared, views exchanged and friendships made. We all got along 'like a house on fire' and to herald this the alarm was sounded mid afternoon. Ritchie and I thoroughly enjoyed our two days and big thanks to new chums Peter and Family at the next table, Georgia, Michael, Cheryl and Christine. Not forgetting Bertie, P&J, Janet, Walter, Young Georgina, the staff of Blue Daisy Jewellry and fellow snapper Mark & Di. I know I've missed some of you out and I apologise but it's time I retired to bed.

Good times.