Ear trumpet in the woods.

Crisis over – a new quote means that my books should not take a 75% hike in price (which was quite frankly, ridiculous).

Yesterday I drove to Edinburgh. It was a lovely drive. Or at least, it was until I encountered typical Scottish weather just past Lockerbie on the M74. What had started as a lovely hot sunny day became a deluge of constant unrelenting rain. One question I have for people from Livingston, is what is the huge ear trumpet that sticks out of the woods just before junction 4 of the M8? I have been wondering for some time now.