Your humble Devil is off to Dornoch—some tiny wee place about 40 miles north of Inverness—tomorrow, for his younger brother's wedding.
Given that mobile reception in this place is patchy, I would imagine that internet will be all but unknown—or certainly unobtainable for a Sassenach. And, besides, I shall mostly be staying lightly sozzled for the duration.
As such, I shall be mostly incommunicado—and most probably incoherent—for the next few days.
Have fun while I'm away...