Ah. Well, I tried to link to a picture I found on the BBC website of the oldest extant book in Scotland, (printed in 1508) but alas -- the link has failed me. So you'll just have to take my word for it -- or you can trot off to the Scotly part of the BBC website and see it for yourself. (Scotly -- aka Scottish-ish...your new coinage for the day.)
Instead you'll hve to content yourself with a shot I took from my roof the other day. That's right -- the roof. The sun comes out and the yen to go roof-climbing is just too strong to ignore. So off I went, just climbing around on the roof with the old camera, taking a few shots. This is the edge of Bowen Island to the left, with a bit of Keats Island and a teeny bit of the Sunshine Coast for good measure.
Looks calm and lovely out there, eh? Well, having kayaked that little stretch of waterway a few times, I can tell you that looks are deceiving. Wicked tidal action. Scary winds. Not to mention the wee problem I have every time I kayak. But I digress...
That's it to report for now, I'm afraid. Too much going on and too little time to keep on top of things. I am so drastically behind in email ... does ANYONE ever stay caught up with their email? Surely this is impossible, since an answered email so often begets more of the unanswered variety. I can't seem to manage it, anyway.
Email etc., will have to wait until tomorrow. It's time to return to Neil Gaiman's FRAGILE THINGS. I'm only half way into the first story, but am enjoying it enough to plough on. (Plow or plough? This one always gets me...)
I'll save coherence for another day. I'm sure it will return.