Two weeks ago, I travelled to Lagos, Nigeria, where I had been invited to take part in a literary festival. For security reasons, due to the risk of robbery and kidnap, I was met by an armed guard. Yesterday, arriving at Edinburgh Airport for a three day author tour of schools across Angus, I came through the Arrivals door to be greeted by two short ladies from the Scottish Book Trust.
I knew that Beth and Antonia had prepared for the drive to Montrose. They packed sandwiches, not guns, along with a selection of chocolate treats. I was in safe hands.