Waving at Mum

Odd conversation that was. Samantha phoned us to say our dinner was on the table, asking where we were. So I told her to go out the front door and look over to Dumyat (the hill we were on) and look alongside the wee white farmhouse up there. That's where we were. Euan stood on the fence waving like a loon but she couldn't quite see us. We said we most likely wouldn't back anytime soon as we were enjoying the view too much, so dinner went back in the oven.

Looking at this shot and the expanse of land out there in the Forth Valley it's quite unsettling that I can pinpoint (with the aid of good binoculars) almost everywhere I've lived and worked. What's even freakier is that all those places are squeezed into the strip of land below Euan's left elbow and above his waist, extending to the left of the picture. Two of the places I've worked aren't quite in the picture, but just off to the left a bit more. That's three different houses, a town centre flat, two colleges (attended as both student and then eventually as staff), and a design studio based in a converted farmhouse.

I need to get out more...