‘Waiting for the tide to turn on the almost motionless sea. Waiting for the sun to sink beyond the mountains of the Western Isles. Waiting for the stars to stud the darkening sky. Waiting for the dawn to creep in from the East. But maybe more importantly, waiting as emotions within themselves shifted and changed, stirred and settled. Along with this poetic stuff they continued to wait for all the trivial things in life that we seem to spend so much of life waiting for; kettles to boil, phones to ring, baths to run, moods to pass, something to happen, or at least some sort of explanation.’
