"Hollowed Out"

"...inside: waterproof matches, iodine tablets, beet seeds, protein bars, NASA blanket, and, in case I get bored, Harry Potter and Sorcerer's Stone. No, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Question: did my shoes come off in the plane crash? "-- Dwight K. Schrute

This is a page from my articulated book which I will be showing you more of, I assure you. I even included a fishing lure from a fly fishing outting. Can you believe that!? I actually went fly fishing in Scotland. Of course, I was a natural at catching anything other than fish. I spent the entire time trying to untangle my line from the bushes behind me and almost snagged a duck. Still, I liked how the lure looked with the rest of the page so I used it.

 This man is named Henry.  He's got one of those thick Scottish accents that I would struggle to understand (think Grounds-Keeper Willie) especially if it was before 9AM when I would occasionaly have kitchen duty. I'm inept as it is in the kitchen, so throwing a Scottish accent in the mix only made matters worse. If you were in Henry's company for more than 5 minutes, there were pretty good odds that he'd share an off coloured joke with you. Not only did he make delicious food like (Haggis, Neeps and Tatties with Stags Breath Whisky Sauce...mmmm), he created the most ornate garnishes (like swans out of lemons and palm trees out of carrots). They were stunning and I would constantly kick myself for not bringing my camera to dinner more often.

To our surprise, Henry is not only skilled in the culinary arts, but he was a champion fisherman once upon a time. I asked him if he's ever seen the movie, "A River Runs Through It." And he said, "Aye, and it's better than sex."  The day we all went fishing, Henry spent most of his time trying to help the Americans to catch one fish. And do you think we could do it?!?! NOPE! We just caught branches and gave up. "American girls."

I drew a picture of him because it was one of our art assignments and he joked that he was going to hang it over his fireplace. Hahaha. That would be hilarious especially when he's wearing a hairnet in the portrait. Nevertheless, I'm glad he even wanted it. Here's our wall of Henrys on display for our in house art exhibit.

 

And here's a shot of me in action trying to follow Henry's instructions. I thought I'd include it because it looks legit, but you know what would be really legit...IF I ACTUALLY CAUGHT A FISH!

In the end, my only souvenier was the chartreuse feathery fly that Henry let me cut from my line.