
Some friends have kindly invited me to stay at their cottage on the isle of Arran for a few days. I've packed my tartan rug and will report back later.
(why did I call it that?)
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.
-C
Have you discovered You Tube yet? You can watch or even broadcast your own short videos for free. What a clever idea. I still can't do snappy 'click here' links but try this longer link, to watch the video for Karine Polwart's I'm gonna do it all some day; a song that captures longing for life in a way I can relate to.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YYRXrW-XKA&search=karine%20polwart
What are you going to do that you haven't done yet?
-C