Who is that there knocking the window pane?

We left Dover at 10am and arrived Edinburgh 9.45pm. Never again will I drive for so long on such congested roads. All routes north from the M25 we snarled up from the M11 through to the M1. It took four hours to get beyond Milton Keyes and the M6 was a disaster. 

By the time the traffic thinned out after the Kendal turn-off the light was fast fading. The Howgill Fells were fantastic in the ashen evening light and driving over Shap to make up for lost time was a thrill. 

The long winding A702 to Edinburgh was very dark and by now the wind had picked up and was blowing the flukes of last winter into the glare of the headlights.

Many hotels beckoned but we pushed on through.

Exhausted and punch drunk I took this shot of a drawing I did from a very small photo of Penelope Cruz. Reflected in the lights and with the window frame showing in the glass it took on a more beguiling look than I ever achieved in the much-worked over and revised drawing. 

The wind blew through the night and eventually my wheels stopped rolling.

The title is the opening line of the song, Cunla, here performed by the incomparable Planxty.