Dreams

Last night I dreamed a blizzard. 
I came out of a shop on Great Western Road, also known as the Boulevard, four lanes wide and stretching from Glasgow city centre out to Loch Lomond, out of a shop that I now remember was demolished almost 40 years ago. 
Looking west, all I could see was a wall of white, advancing towards me, obscuring everything behind it. No, not just obscuring, obliterating, leaving no clue that there was anything there at all. 
I just had time to think, "That's a blizzard", and then it was on me, big fat flakes melting on my clothes. 

Then I woke up. 

I'm heading off to the cottage in a few minutes, and when I went out to fill the car with petrol there was a long, low, grey line of clouds in the West. I'll be driving into them and then, on Sunday, driving back. I may stop at the Rest And Be Thankful, and send some pictures. 

Doing.

So tonight there was going to be serious updating. I've driven up to Argyll for the weekend, and stopped a time or two to take pictures and decompress. The weather was fun, everything from bright sunshine to wannabe blizzards. I was here early enough to go for a wander before sunset, which meant Crinan Ferry, Kilmartin Glen and some time at Achnabreck. Usually I go up there for the cup and ring marks - there are two large rock-faces decorated with these enigmatic carvings, and now and again I like to make guesses about why they've been decorating those rocks for 2 or 3,000 years. 

Today, though, I wandered across to the site where NVA put on a theatrical show five years or so ago. They constructed a wooden set and seating in the middle of the forest, and bussed people (me included) in for the event. There's something about the place... Hundreds of people came here, in the dead of night, and watched a ritual play out in front of them by firelight. In a way it must have been very like this 5,000 years ago, when we wore skins and danced around stones. I've always felt that the prehistoric sites have absorbed something of those days. I wonder how much of the essence of the theatre audience crept into the woods of Achnabreck.