"If I could trace the line that ran
between your smile and your slight of hand,
I'd guess that you put something up my sleeve.
Now every time I see your face,
Bells ring in a far off place.
We can find each other, this way I believe."
I'm off to start the West Highland Way tomorrow.
Bye Bye, city.
P.S. - I'm now addicted to the Stieg Larsson series. Thank god #3 is in paperback over here already. Now I'm convinced everyone over here is ensconced in some kind of illegal activity. Don't worry. I'm resourceful. Salander is a good teacher.