Blossom

I wasn't conversant with Van Gogh's paintings of blossom till yesterday. It's quite shocking the little pockets of ignorance that I possess. I guess they are the known unknowns.

The guy at the Hotel was more of the unknown unknowns. He asked what it was like in Scotland, and I replied that it wasn't as cold as here. That'll be because of the mountains, he said, like Spain. Amsterdam is probably cold because of the water, he opined, before asking how long it would take to drive from Scotland to Iceland. What do they smoke over there?
Anyway, I'm back hame. I think a visit to the boatyard could well be in order.