LOCHINVER 2001
I’m in a small B&B in Lochinver, an American couple sits beside me at breakfast.
The woman turns to me and asks - in what she clearly believes is a delicate way:
“And what the hell are you doing up here?”
I smile “I don’t know. It’s compulsive. I’m searching for wild landscapes, wild animals, and wild people.”
She nods, a spark of understanding in her eyes.
“Ah,” she says, “you’re searching for soulfood.”
- Philippe
LOCHINVER 2001
I’m in a small B&B in Lochinver, an American couple sits beside me at breakfast.
The woman turns to me and asks - in what she clearly believes is a delicate way:
“And what the hell are you doing up here?”
I smile “I don’t know. It’s compulsive. I’m searching for wild landscapes, wild animals, and wild people.”
She nods, a spark of understanding in her eyes.
“Ah,” she says, “you’re searching for soulfood.”
- Philippe