On a more positive note

Our weekend walk was in the almost ridiculously romantic Roslin Glen - like being in an old adventure book, where knights in a shining armour and genteel ladies are just about to make their appearance.
A deep gorge with a slow river, in the sunlight more like molten metal than water, grand old oaks and pine, funny mushrooms and thick moss, small pretty flowers in pale violet. M said the environment was almost erotic, so lush and moist. And cliffs and caves of red sandstone, fields of sheep, a princess castle with turrets, and clifftop ruins of a medieval castle.
Also the slightly less enchanting tourists at the Chapel, of the Da Vinci Code fame (last time we visited, the neighbouring farm sold "Da Vinci horse manure, £2 per bag), and the animal research centre where they created (made? engineered?) Dolly the sheep.

How do you know someone's really far away? You can't text them.
M's somewhere above Asia, on his way to Japan.
(Inflight entertainment: the Da Vinci Code.)