Sailor’s trousers

In Elif Shafak’s The Bastard of Instanbul there is a description of the Café Kundera whose walls are covered in pictures of roads across the globe. Customers who don’t feel like conversation are encouraged to focus their gaze on one of these and be taken off to far away places. Since I nearly always have company for meals I think a variation of this where you imagine you’re somewhere else in the world just as you fall asleep might work. I will try this tonight; according to my outlook diary which I failed to update I should be in San José, Costa Rica. These days I find myself watching films just to see people drinking coffee (and eating a pastry) somewhere that is not their home, it looks so exotic and unreachable.
The snow today in Pollok Park was wonderful so no shortage of blip options. In between the heavy snow showers a bit of blue sky appeared (just enough to make a pair of sailor’s trousers) and the colour was reflected in the White Cart Water. The extra blip is a cheat because it’s not mine – it’s one of L’s – Islay dog back from this morning’s walk in the snow.