Never picked up a pencil today. Actually that's not entirely correct - I did quite a bit of measuring and marking because I had to strap and line a wall in the kitchen for darling wife.
After walking mad ball-less dog for half an hour had to prepare for eldest child's 'Band - Comp' at the academy (a sort of stars in their eyes, guitars and singy kinda thingy) - she was very good (One Way, Or Another, I'm Gonna Findya, I'm Gonna Getcha getcha getcha getcha getcha . . . - always did like the Harry girl's stuff). Back home and after all this culture and 'normality' I needed a wilderness fix. No walking on the cliffs at 10:30 pm for me (not today anyway) so hit the 'puter for some images.
Now, one of the events I had planned for this summer was to crew a mate's yacht to the St Kilda archipelago. What with one thing and another- mainly having nowhere to live - it never happened and I will be eternally miffed if I don't get out there at some point, it having been a yearned-for destination for over 30 years. So I went there instead.
http://www.kilda.org.uk/frame8.htm I go 'virtually' quite regularly and tonight was particularly rewarding.
But not just for the awe-inspiring cliff and seascapes, nor the heart-wrenching stories of the end of human habitation on the islands, but - strangely enough - because I was suddenly transported via the foaming oceans and gale-force winds to a vision of absolute beauty and wonder.
Now, it may be late - and this is a birding website. But if you read the smallprint in the first post of this tedious thread, it warns of 'this sorta ting' (as Father Ted might say).
Therefore I present - "A St Kilda Opera"
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Hm10Bx-3KfA&feature=related
And if that don't do it for ya - yer've got no pulse.
'Night.