So this is Loch Lomond by Balmaha (in summer by the look of it). Today the daffodils were out and the lambs were prancing about the fields. I was there with Stuart and Marisa and we lay down in the heather and looked across the loch. It was glorious. Windy and bright with snow on the distant hilltops. I was nibbling my way through oatcakes from a tartan coloured packet, which Stuart said was like 'swigging a bottle of Bucky in Easterhouse.' Sorry, I realise this joke will not translate outside Scotland. It was like buying clogs in Holland or rollerblading down Venice Beach in a bikini top. I was a munching cliche. I try to carry an emergency oatcake about my person, for times of need.