Saturday, October 27, 2001

Mournful: three rolls of film and about five decent pictures. The one of Sandeels Bay has come out well, I'm pleased. At the back of the bay is a steep cliff. I'd climbed it, then took a picture looking down on the bay - nice. Also, the photo developers are under the impression that I went off to Bali or somewhere, and they've turned the sea into that tropical green blue shade of sun warmed water over sand. One, repeat one, decent Staffa picture from a whole roll. One absolutely awful picture of me - well, actually, it's a dot - climbing a white cliff, taken from far too far away. A brillant photo of the Bay of Ivor's Cornfield. Surprisingly enough, a good picture of Crianlarich.

Got the bike back and took it down to college to matriculate. The brakes are certainly better, but the bike has a few nasty habits - I'm calling it Phosphorus.

Today ... up and down of a day, the up part being going out for a meal with daughter and dancing with her soft toy cthulu. Then we went off to the busk and I was so pleased I'd listened to her and not worn my original choice of clothing (I ended up with her biker leather jacket, steel toe capped boots, long trousers). It was absolutely bloody freezing. Durin's Day has come early. Drums and fire -- poi and dance. I enjoyed it a lot.

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