Inverness In September
My year-long plan to photograph Inverness through the changing seasons might, until now, have given the impression that it never rains in this sweet city. That is not the case.
Today I waded to my usual vantage point near the Castle and had to wrap my camera in an environmentally unfriendly plastic bag in order to keep it watertight. I shared a joke or two with a couple of toursts who were trying to do the same thing.
"These will be great to show the folks back home, " joked one man.
Then, raising the hood on my anorak, I trudged back up the hill towards the Ö÷²¥´óÐã building and encountered my colleague Jackie O'Brien. I must have looked like I was in some distress because she offered me some advice on hill-walking..
"You have to stay in the moment, " she explained, "count to five and concentrate on the numbers. If your mind drifts then start the count again."
"But I don't want to stay in the moment, " I told her, "not when I walking through the rain. I want to think about other things."
"You mean those meeting in Glasgow?".
"No, " I said, "mainly I think about chocolate cake."
At that point she stopped giving me advice.
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