Today haar came in off the sea, a thick fog that rushes in and makes everything disappear all at once. Soon again it drifted out on the waves, the sun came out, the evening fell, then blue night caterwauled in the lanes. Between this post and the last one I have travelled across Scotland and back twice. There have been whales and castle gardens, hermit crabs and harpists, campfires and sitting in cold pools made by mountain streams. My mother came over from Canada too, and we hunted in the woods and on the hills, by the sea and into the city shops for pretty things together. And at the end of all of it, I feel still too wrapped up in travels and talk to write much of anything in this neglected little place. Today someone asked what I am working on right now, and I had to say I wasn't sure. But soon, soon I will have pictures to share and stories to tell, and I will catch up on yours.