Wednesday 03.02.2010

I could get used to these night ramblings. Abandoned the car again and this time it was Nanook of the North, head bent against the wind which was whipping stinging blasts of snow at me. Sheep, huddled together by the fence, scuttled away and then turned to stare. Quite spooky, hundreds of pairs of ovine eyes glittering in the moonlight, following your every move.