I joined the walkers for a couple of hours on their Carlops to Balerno (to Edinburgh) leg. Fine walking, fine company; the time passed so quickly. My favourite story is of Cara the dog who, back one morning in April was asked "Do you want to go for a walk ?", and hasn't stopped since ! Then, what a brilliant evening at the Tass Wednesday Session in Edinburgh's ancient Royal Mile. The session regulars were joined not only by the Folk Trail crew, but by a bunch of cyclists also doing the Land's End to John o' Groats thing. The music seemed continuous - the jigs and reels, hornpipes, airs, marches, and strathspeys punctuated whenever a lone voice reached into the air from our sea of musos and punters. And what singing there was ! What a mix. And whenever a join-in presented itself it was joined-in with gusto. Any singer will tell you it is a lovely feeling to get that kind of response. It maybe even touched the soul of one or two die-hard instrumentalists. How can you drop a handful of visitors - strangers - into another group of people for only less than three hours, and end up with one bunch of friends ? I'm not sure, but I think the spirit of music has a lot to do with it. Walk well, Folk Trailers. Our support and friendship goes with you.