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.

Cheese holes, eerie and back at the table.

1. My nephew likes cheese, but only the holes, which I carefully snip out with kitchen scissors. 2. I feel a little bit sorry for the comput...