Day 58, April 26.

In the bathtub yesterday, and again this morning, I had started to read Syd’s first book, Second Chance, again, which I never really liked that much, but now I suddenly wondered whether the book had changed. I really liked it this time. Very insightful. Just goes to show you.

Then it was on to do my Glasgow training. More than 30 people showed up—my biggest training yet on my trip—and I felt like a mini-celebrity because so many people there had read and appreciated my books and asked me to sign them. The training felt like it went great and people seemed to really get a lot out of it.

Then it was on to Edinburgh, with Jacquie Forde. First we took the long way there so she could show me Stirling Castle, where Braveheart made his stand—you could see the battlefield below—which was really nice.

Then Jacquie and her husband, Jerry, a double-bass jazz player when he’s not an engineer, took me to one of the best pubs I’ve ever seen, the Canny Man Pub. That pub was so wild it made me actually want to drink a Guinness or a Bailey’s, but because I didn’t want to not sleep, I resisted—barely.

Then we ate Scottish fish and chips. I’m getting fat again.