I’ve returned after a week in southern Spain.
There were several million others there, drinking, showering, hosing gardens and watering Spain’s 60 million pigs, amongst many other water-based activities. but I still felt guilty after passing this ‘river’ and it’s tightly-packed, desperate, fish:
I couldn’t enjoy myself for thinking this is unsustainable and imagining the place like the image under the heading, in 10, 20, 30 years?
Will Scotland’s water supply turn out to be more valuable by far than our oil is, in years to come?
Anyhow, I’ve missed a lot in the last eight days and will return to my twin tasks of talking-up Scotland and dressing down BBC Scotland as soon as I can. I’ve been checking out the work of Wings and Indyref2, secretly, when my wife seemed to be asleep and I see they’ve been doing sterling work.