another early morning, the ferry at 0700 south to donqu island... wow, really, something so familiar about this place, some kind of collage of woven out of memories dredged up from the scottish islands, same wind straight out of the north and frostily removing the outer layer of skin as it blasts up from the waters below... and yet... the island has a scattering of tanks, protruding from the undergrowth, turrets pointing into random patches of turquoise water, white waved and raging below, cliffs falling and columns rising, the wonderfully named mysterious little bay, a translation straight out of the celtic dreamtime... the rabbit hole a dog's life down in kpd...