… Except i’m not sure i can remember what snow smells like. Aviemore. There’s a chill in the air and its got the right mix of cloudy and clear to drop the temperature for snow. Will it happen? Doubt it. And if it does it won’t be serious, just enough of a dusting to make everything pretty for a couple of hours.
Today i went to the hollow mountain where, after a ride like slartibartfasts, they allowed us to look down upon Dr Evils underground lair from the safety of a plexiglass viewing chamber. One day i want to own one of these places, but i suspect they haven’t started decommissioning them yet.
Then i stopped briefly at Fort William, a grim coastal town without any apparent means of support, except for being the only town for miles. There is something quite, i don’t know how to explain it, i feel at home in places like this, the people are real, they’re not trying to pretend, like everyone in london is, that they’re richer than everyone else, or more well travelled, or more cultured, or less cultured, or whatever is this weeks fashion in the gossip rags. Here, its cold so everyone wears warm clothes and doesn’t much care about anything else.
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