11-7-94. The four of us, BKFL, have just returned from an evening walk down to the Spey River: dark, oily water flowing quietly over smooth stones. The west bank is flat and grassy, the east steep and darkly wooded with deep green pines. People pay £3,000 for a week’s fishing on the Spey. We strolled nonchalantly for free, photographed the sunset and sat while darkness drifted in.
FOOTNOTE: During this time we were working as fencing contractors in Aberdeenshire, Scotland.
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