a full day on beigan island, gentle strolls, too lazy to climb any higher than the roadside peaks, looking down upon sparkling waters, villages carved into the hills and small harbours, extravagant temples painted bright above the waters calm within the walls while beyond bubbling wavelets and dulled ships between the beaches and the murky mass of the mainland... later on a beach by the airport, just too late to catch the light upon the congregation of weather beaten hulks dissolving towards skeletal remains upon the beach, though out of the wind it's an hour content enough to be sat within, to watch the sun fall towards and beneath the nearby hills, while the less certain shapes of nangang island fall into dulled clarity beyond.... the rabbithole has returned to the borders around blinkbonny farm; one and two as the scottish section winds down and the road leads back to vienna...