Yes, I've been back at my old habits. Yesterday I sang Klange by a burn (the Scottish name for brook) in the middle of nowhere, the Highlands. The space is so vast that it felt as though I was singing quietly. Today, we had to wait awhile at the station because the train was late. I sang Vissi d'arte, pretending (whether falsely or accurately, I don't know) that no one could hear me since the station is sort of isolated from the rest of Carrbridge. Just after I finished, our train arrived. Now that's the true outdoor opera spirit. Sing and run. Yeehaw!
Not to sound like the hedonist of the family or anything, but the food here is great. We usually eat lunch out and have breakfast and dinner in the room. Culinary highlights: vegetable soup and cheddar scones, and an amazing Venison Casserole, capitalized because it was that good. I'll try to recreate it when we get home. For sure I think it contained: red and black currants, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries, cranberries, red wine, venison, and condensed vegetable stock or boullion, plus salt. Truly amazing, and I would not have thought of it myself.
Alright, I've been hogging the email. It's Andrew's turn on the computer.
Peace
Summer
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