Well, I would post a pic, but it's raining. Heavily. And I'll be damned if I'm venturing out in it to get a decent shot of something (unless it's whisky, and the hotel bar is good enough!).

I'm sitting in the Isle of Man, after having a very last minute call out to a client here - last minute as in the call was at 9:30 on Friday saying "We need you out here". First flight I could book was 14:00. And so I'm here. At least I'm flying back on Monday - all being well.

Then it's off to a client meeting on Tuesday, and a LONG drive followed by another one on Wednesday.

Who says that travelling for work is glamorous and enjoyable ?!?