Writing from Devon, England.
The summer came and we've churned right into the fall. It was a good summer, toured the east coast of Canada with the Lake of Stew touring our record "Ain't Tired Of Lovin", highlights included heading for the first time to Isles de la Madeleine, beachy strands of Quebecois paradise a five hour ferry ride from P.E.I.
It was also great to experience Cape Breton -- that massive fiddle sculpture in Sydney, Nova Scotia, and after playing a night in Cheticamp realizing that Ashley McIsaac was going to be there the next day. Owner of the club let us in amongst the packed homeland crowd, older and younger people alike, chowder on the menu, Ashley played and played. What a monster. I was instantly a better fiddler, just soaking it up. 
Got to chat with him the next evening when we played at The Piper in Antigonish. It was the end of the highland games, and the place was packed with pipers indeed, I had no idea there was such a scene! They were partying up a storm and passing the pipes around (bagpipes!), people jigged intensely.
After a little bit of time at home I headed out west solo style to play as part of the pride festivities in Vancouver. First time participating in that scene. Gosh the parade was moving. To think that short years ago to be out and gay meant shock treatment, solitary confinement, violence. 
Ilfracomb, our hotel's on the rightToday we have a true and beautiful celebration of love. Brought me to tears a couple of times. And the party was rockin'. SO MUCH FUN. While out there, there were some lovely gigs on the island with Jennifer Louise Taylor. ah B.C., I love it I love it. Looking forward to being back there in November.
And now here I am in England with the Trio (Tony Spina on drums, Jeremie Jones on the bass) and we just ate a proper Devon cream tea. Feeling a bit bloated, but happy.