Monday, April 02, 2007

Moss, heather and finding food.

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.

Workshop, documentary and end.

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