well...
today was not one of my better days...
so between cold medicine, naps and a very welcome hot shower...
I took a wee bit of a trip...
aye, was a most fantastic trip through time and space...
the heroine and I began our journey in Manhattan...
in the basement of a museum of all places...
then we fell through a portrait of James Graham...
a tartan clad Scottish hunk of man...
only to land astraddle him...
for a guy in a skirt...
and a poet...
he ended up fighting so gallantly...
to return time after time...
but if I tell you the rest...
t'would only spoil the story...
tis only important that you know that an afternoon spent in Scotland in the 1600's is good for the heart...
aye, very good, indeed...
