As per usual I awoke before the others though I hadnt slept properly, my head still overloaded with the thoughts, my usual remedy is to find some milk and biscuits, well I had my own supply though the thoughts didnt shift and fresheneing up didnt make any difference, it was going to be one of them days.

Back in the room with the others, they were all still sound asleep, the house was quiet, the only noises raging within whilst waiting for the others to wake up, it seemed like forever for them to wake up but it was just my mind, eventually everybody was up and we were all in the one room before disbanding to explore the house.

Ben went online thanks to Bob's computer, checking his email and the messageboard, I didnt touch the computer and went for a wander upstairs, three floors not including the basement, lots of rooms to get lost in, the others had gone into the basement and were playing snooker, I made my way down and found them all in the one room again, a knee high transparent bright coloured plastic cylinder the centre of attention.

Well I decided not to watch & went into the basement to play some snooker, as ball after ball missed the pockets I thought to myself the ceiling was really low, I am only small, must have been funny when the others were in here, especially Leo, back on the green baize nothing was going in so I joined them in the room though by then Dave was elsewhere, still in the room but floating ;p

Dundee is only half an hour away so we had plenty of time to this afternoon to soak up some more natural beauty, today we were going down to this beach Bob knew about, it was only a short distance from his place, a tiny village surrounded by fields away from tourists.

The drive down was beautiful, blue skies, sunshine, the sea on the horizon and the sweet sounds of this pre Impetus Clutch album providing the soundtrack down to the beach, I just stared out of the window and into space forgetting about everything around me until that is the van came to a stop.

To get to the beach we had to walk down some steep uneven steps, the beach was typically English, all pebbles and a few ships on the horizon but still it was a beautiful place and the cream of tomtato soup coloured cliff face was quite a sight.

Alex crouched down and stared at the pebbles, Ben sat down on a rock and stared out into the sea whilst Leo witha smile on his face tossed his frisbee, though on its maiden beach voyage the frisbee split into three pieces, we gave it a sea burial, not a viking one though, a minutes silence followed, well not really, I was just trying to inject some humour into this sentence.

Bob pointed out this cave of sorts to the left of us which we then started to walk to, well they did, I got out my camera, turned off the flash and took some photos on the sly before catching up with them at the cave thingy, they all stood there for a moment or two before making their way back to where we were before except for Graham.

Graham was in deep thought by the looks of things, staring out into the sea before heading down to the waterfront, I waited for him, I hadnt a clue what was running through his head but he looked like he was in a peaceful place judging by the look he was wearing.

We both made our way back to where the others were though I stopped to pick up this pebble that caught my eye, it stood out, it was so beautiful, deep dark red with three white stripes running through it, with it safely in my pocket I made my way up the steep steps and into the van.

The van was warm inside as we began the short trip to Dundee, Clutch was sill pumpng out of the speakers as we pulled up outside the venue, the drive had been a short an smooth one, the band were discussing when to rehearse for the ICA show as well as recording schedules whereas Dave & I were just staring into space, me trapped inside my own thoughts, Dave still light headed from this mornings activity.