What a beautiful day
Apr.13, 2006, filed under Miscellany
Was out at a complaint site first thing this morning. This meant that my drive to work involved coming down the back of Largo Law, on the St Andrews road. It was a bright, sunny morning, blowing a hooey, and the sea out on the Firth of Forth was whipped into a froth of white horses that stampeded across Largo Bay like Ginger Baker chopping up the beat on Dizzy Gears. So first I get to wander about in some woods taking pictures and seeing deer and a whole family of quail, then I get to look out to sea across a view that is simply breathtaking, knowing that, come the warmer weather, I’ll be snorkelling out there and maybe diving too.
Sure does beat sitting behind a desk drafting yet another discharge consent for some poxy CSO that no one cares about.
With me being on the coast, presumably Tall Bike Tour Britain will be passing through at some point. I shall have to drop them a note and say I’ll join them for a while, even they will be towering over my head. I see they’ve been in touch with the first second third secret love of my life (the first secret love of my life being either Gunner or Macleach, and the second being either Macleach or Gunner), Roger the Hilldoger. Well. If you’re going to get involved in a silly project like that, who else are you going to call?
Oh, and this is about the level of seriousness with which we are taking the threat of bird flu round here:
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~something that is singular as (a) a separate unit, or (b) unusual or distinctive manner or behavior; PECULIARITY;
~the quality or state of being singular;
~a point at which the derivative of a given function of a complex variable does not exist but every neighborhood of which contains points for which the derivative exists;
~a point or region of infinite mass density at which space and time are infinitely distorted by gravitational forces and which is held to be the final state of matter falling into a black hole. Sight
