Well there’s no doubt that to speak or not to speak Gaelic certainly pisses off a lot of people, which seemed like a good reason to go and hide in the woods. The snow, which had not been predicted by MeteoFrance, was falling fast and I felt that I needed to get away from outraged of Inversomewhere. Hunting pictures is as far as I go in the blood sports arena ( which statement will probably enrage another group of armed folk, hell bent on preserving a bloody tradition ) but the pictures that I was hunting seemed to be hiding themselves behind that impenetrable camouflage that covers the eye of the searcher rather than the pelt of the searched. That camouflage is called distraction. I was distracted by the ease at which humans can become enraged over trivia when there are so many far more deserving issues with which to fuel their rage.