We went into town tonight, ask a young fellow what is favorite pub would be. Gellions. Ok, Gellions it is. We had a lovely walk along the river, and ended up in Inverness’ oldest pub. Live music, chatting, some drinks and heaps of loughter. Making friends with the locals and even learned a dance from them.
Never stop dreaming and dream at least as big as we did tonight. Not everyone might understand what we are doing. But an interesting theorie was brought up, even though the context might have been a bit different: if it feels just so right that everything else feels wrong, it must consequently be right.
And yes, that’s it for me.
The world is big and I have just seen a fracture of it, Inverness, Thank you for the enlightening.