Dyce

Since Sea Gem, 'Jarrow Lairds'©®™ have worked North of the Border, bringing back what their women folk dismissively called 'Monopoly Money'. Dyce is the busiest Helicopter Base in the World.

Sandwood Bay, Wester Ross

Walking out from The Rabid Town to Sandwood Bay is not practicable: It’s too far, though looks only 2” inches on ‘The Map’, and would just take too long. Even if you do not charge around in ‘The’ Vanden Plaz Chariot, on Wings of Desire, and don’t end up reading The Daily Mail in the Lochinver car park with the engine still running: Or even if it is a Sky Blue Hillman Imp, one woman owner from Yorkshire. Despite flying now being ‘A Sin’ (Exchange Indulgences though if a Limited Company), you still are allowed to travel by aeroplane or train and occasionally go somewhere in ‘The Car’. Alight at Dyce, but be patient and wait for the steps to arrive.

Some destinations in the UK are not ‘do-able’ (ibid) on a bicycle, as at Sandwood Bay, south of Cape Wrath. (Highest Cliffs on the UK mainland) You may find yourself in The Last European Wilderness. This is No Place. Especially for a bicycle (sand wears the bicycle away and tyres sink). Park ‘The Car’ in the car park. Walk to Sandwood Bay, pass The Stack and visualise momentarily Zowie Brown (Hand Jamming Joe Brown’s Daughter) climbing it, Live on TV. Closely inspect the brown friable rock underfoot, and take off to a parallel universe of complementary colours: Remember to come back though: It says on my school report ‘Hangs Around With Adults and Is Easily Distracted’. A simple fact is, though, Day Becomes Night, if a blue and sand picture is reversed in Paint. (Paint.Net) So, why is the Sky Blue? Does anyone know?

Complementary colours, you see, were investigated by someone on the Isle de France and is linked with Neurobiology. Its no good getting to Sandwood Bay though, with a blank mind, but reader, Sandwood Bay Wipes the Hard Drive of Your Mind, Defaulting it back to Childhood. A Secret Silver Research Aircraft from The Fifties appears: Down there on the North Sea surface The Two Princes remember left treasure, covered by a sandstorm, they won't be going back to. In That Moment My Artistic Life is Complete. Even you, though, now momentarily God-like, will have to go back to the Lockinver car park. (As the Heat Sinks in The Wilderness of Northern Lights).