Jonathan: I sit working at the computer here in the office. It’s a warm day, and the window is open. As I turn to read data from an engineering book lying open on my desk, the pages turn in the breeze. I rest my hand on the page next to that I’m referring to; but to continue working I need both hands, and so again the pages flip to and fro, to and fro. I suppose I could find something needed to hold the book open – but where then the delicious if vicarious joy of living in the here and now, as much at one with the seasons and weather as the trees and the birds outside. The pages continue to turn, unrestrained. I think of our life, here in Uist. It’s a life that keeps our hands fully occupied, and meanwhile the pages of life turn in the wind, and no time to read and reflect on our own life stories.