The beautiful things from the next couple of days come from a trip to Arran where I helped Rosey measure wind movement on a wooded hill.
1. Sitting in a forest glade listening to the sea lapping on the shore far below.
2. Lying in the heather on a high moor feeling the sun warm on my face.
3. At 8pm on a Sunday on a Scottish island, we find a restaurant willing to give us supper.