The Flat Blue Lochs

A quick burst into the foothills.  The only truly clear moment of the day.  The Bigswell Road is diagnostic (requested by Blipper Geography Head of Northampton).  Ditto the point where Harray and Stenness Lochs intermingle.  The Atlantic Ocean winking on the horizon.  I could taste the blue, I was surrounded by it; nearly inside my very own aura of iridescence.

Later met CMC off the Hoy ferry.  She went and bought some wool.  I always go into the shop for a deep draught of the ovine essence.  We dined out.  Later in the evening we were inside the Grass Arena with Mark Rylance.  I opened a bottle of stars.  He shouldn’t have.