One cold morning

I was born in London; spent most of my working life in and around that or similar Metropoli. Dr Johnson wrote, 'if a man is tired of London he is tired of life.' Really, Doctor? In his day the place was a disease ridden, crime ridden, vice ridden Hieronymus Bosch-like hell hole.

Take a look at the view from Kirkhill House this cold new morning ...

Of course this thing through which you and I can join with the rest of our species and the world at large does make a difference. A massive difference. And makes it easy, for me at least, to write, 'If you're tired of Wester-Ross, you're tired of life.'

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