Wires Wires Everywhere

You know, you just don't realise how important being in contact with others really is until you don't have that ability.

But thanks to the man from BT, thats exactly the situation we're in - he somehow cut our line killing our 2 days old internet connection, and thus terminating our contract. No broadband, and thanks to not one single mobile phone company seeing Kintyre as worth covering, we don't even have a fully functioning mobile phone. To receive SMS texts, we must board Croissant the Peugeot and journey down to the main road.

Ironically, there's also a public phone box there too.

Initially, this was fabulous. After years of being at the 24 hour beck and call of my office, I loved the fact that no one was able to reach us, and indeed, most people didn't even know where we were, thanks to the Google Maps car failing to drive along our farm track.

I mean, why would it?

But 3 weeks later, and still without broadband at home, it's becoming a little challenging.

Aside from speaking to friends and family on Skype, and seeing what the world is up to on Facebook, the general crapness of Campbeltown Library means inspiration here is very limited.

I remember great people like Andy Hall and Derek Johnston telling me that inspiration comes from real life experiences, not from the internet, but alas, here, surrounded by nothing but sheep, tractors, and farm gates, it appears these guru's of creativity were wrong all along.

The entire place is crap. I'm sure it must feature in 'Crap Towns Of Britain' although sadly my limited time online outside Whisky Macs pub, sitting in the cramped conditions of the drivers seat means I can't check to see.

Who'd have thought it. You move to this remote little place for a utopian lifestyle, and end up looking like your up to no good in the car park on a daily basis - all because the man from BT is still to return to finish installing the line which he started a fortnight ago.

If it wasn't for my happy go lucky approach to electrical engineering, we'd still have exposed live wires for the local sheep to nibble, but thanks to a Tesco's bag and some electrical tape, there will be no need for Douglas McDougal (I kid you not) to return to tidy his mess.

Still, on a positive note, there has been a huge amount of drawing undertaken. I only hope the limited supply of pencils and paper last the course - the local shops only stock Bic pens and lined note pads...