An elemental morning.

Abstract

The completion of these four visits, the morning exchanges, was only the beginning of the day. I was not free to go home, but free to drive to the branch surgery and face the morning exchanges. Who knows what elements I would be encountering there. At least I could look forward to the end of the day. Tonight was the eve of St Andrew's, and the St Andrew's Society of Scotland would be having their annual dinner. There a few hundred Scots and Australians of Scottish background would be gathering to continue the tradition of celebrating their Scottish background while far from home. A noisy, flowing evening would be had by all.