On Friday, I went to The Great Grampian Beer Festival with a few friends, including Vikki's dad. As ever, it was an enjoyable evening and I tasted a decent amount of beer, some of which was good, some of which wasn't great. I didn't have anything truly outstanding but I think my favourite was Williams Bros Roisin.
Strangely, when I got home and looked at my glass, I realised that maybe I'd found a clue to the mystery.
The coast between Stonehaven and Aberdeen is often blanketed in haar, which sometimes makes my commute a slightly spooky, fun trip (I have a fairly vivid imagination when I need it) especially when something interesting suddenly appears out of the mist. Last year, for example, I spotted a herd of buffalo. Seriously. And I've since seen them in full visibility, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't a hallucination.
Even stranger, last night I looked up from the book I'm reading to see a sign in the middle of a field which read "Imminent Utopia". I've no idea what that's all about but I'm hoping that maybe the village of Brigadoon is about to make an appearance.
