Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Icy blast from the past.

Don’t bother, head off else where, this is just for my own pleasure.

Tam heaved into view when I was parked on a bleak Scottish moor being blitzed by Siberian blizzards.

I’ve never forgotten the cold, the ice, the frozen radio batteries, Lord of the Rings, nor the sounds and always wondered where he went.

Good fun from Scotland.