Not to put too fine a point on it, however to become so assured in its use that I might, for this moment, pause. Take a little pace out of the journey; from mind to hand, from hand to page, from page to the thoughts of the reader. Who I would also ask to determine if they might, for now, slow themselves down, or dance a jig, or stub out their last cigarette - whatever their mood, of which I know nothing; and other than that nothingness, of the sea crossing from Ullapool, I have few images for them to draw upon, other than the mountain top at 3776.