... it's after midnight as I sit with coffee in a lamplit farmhouse, somewhat north of Dumfries...The hills & odd sheep bone have merged with the darkness...And the breathing flocks will be hunkering quiet against the new autumn rain... Everyone is sleeping & I have a moment to read about Edwyn Collins' restoration and listen to this, cutting in...out...in...with the Nowhere signal...Sounds just about right... orlandolovekill