On a tour bus, lumbering along the winding and rain drenched roads across the Isle of Mull, off the west coast of Scotland. He’s taking photos through the condensation covered windows, she’s trying to sleep through her travel sickness.

“It makes the landscape look like a rural version of a Turner painting”

“Very good,” she says with a yawn.

“That’s the smartest thing I’ll say on this entire trip.”

“Will you do a post about it?”

“No, probably not.”