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Dan and I have just spent a weekend hiking in Arran. We climbed Goat Fell. It was quite high. And very windy. There was snow. And you could see Ireland from up there.




It was also my first opportunity to use my new sleeping bag, which was wonderfully cosy. The only problem that's really occurred is that my walking boots have decided that now is the time to start splitting - not great, as it's less than four weeks until we're off to Peru. I popped out to the Army and Navy Surplus Store on Leith Walk today (along with impishredhead, who got some very funky wellies for beekeeping) and managed to find a pair of end of line boots reduced to twenty quid! The joys of having tiny feet... these are actually adult boots, so they're a decidedly sensible grey colour, unlike my previous kiddie boots, which were pink with fur trim... I think the children's ones were probably more me.

I've also put some pictures from our trip to Paris last month on Facebook, should anyone be interested. Paris was a combination of doing the usual tourist activities and sitting around in cafes drinking wine - I even managed to invent a new word. I know that the French for glass is verre. I know this. But somehow, when speaking to a waiter, between my brain and my mouth that became 'terre'... No one seemed to know what a terre de vin was. I also got very excited by buying this biography of Sylvia Beach in Shakespeare and Co. bookshop. For me, the literary connections were one of the major attractions of Paris, and so this was quite a moment for me... I don't think anyone else will understand though.

Finally, should anyone care to save me from madness: I have a film stuck in my head, and I can't for the life of me think what it is. All I remember is one section, I think it was just a subplot, possibly a flash back to a traumatic memory. A woman was kidnapped by a kind of hick farmer guy who drove her off in to the country to rape her. She had her hands tied up, but she managed to stab him, I think with a pocket knife she'd gotten from his back pocket. The police tracked her down and she was taken off to hospital in a helicopter. I think the policeman that found her may be the focus of the story, but really I have no idea. I don't know where I saw it, and I couldn't even tell you whether it was good, bad or indifferent. I think it was American. Any ideas?