On a plane Glasgow to Bristol

The plane from Glasgow to Bristol airport was not very eventful, it was basically up and then down again, but it was a gorgeous day and as we came through the clouds to Bristol we could see the Newport bridge shining over the river; the Newport bridge is the gateway to Wales. I heard a little boy behind me name it thats how I know. I did try the national soda of Scotland called IRN BRU (pronounced erwon brew, I think) and it looked like a flourescent orange color and had the taste of a bubblegum flavor you would find in childrens cough syrup. I couldn't finish it. Johnny O from Rocket Records met us at the airport. Rocket Records is the label from London that put out the last White Hills CD "Glitter Glamour Atrocity" and Johnny is one half of the production part of the label. He is a fantastic guy and a fair artist too, and was there to meet us in his very european car. It took some puzzling to get the 2 large cases, 2 guitars, 3 backpacks our roller and the 4 of us all squashed in but we did it. Then it was nearly an hour of stunning english backroads to get to Trowbridge, and I just kept whipping my head around trying to take it all in. The roads were obviously only made for horse and walking because whenever another car came head on one of us had to pull in so that a pass could be made. There were no real signs and the road was edged with huge hedges on either side that were not so much manicured as just beaten back by the passing of vehicles. It was incredible when the hedges would disapear for a stretch and a vast expanse of green countryside would open up - all hills and sky - looking for all the world like a postcard. Johnny kept commenting on how lucky we were to have the weather like it was considering the entire summer was just one long rain.