Heave

I don't notice many adverts, but there's one of those romantic autumn holidays in the Highlands sequence - sailing boat across the stormy loch, skirling muzak, moody gazing over hills and glens - which must be set to become a classic. I can't describe the foreground precisely because that's not where my attention is; it's something like a girl in a Jaeger-style woolly hat, tendrils of dark gold hair stirring in the gentle Highland breeze, gazing rightwards, probably moodily and romantically, out over the water with just the intimation of dusk or more properly gloaming, anticipating peat fires, whisky in fine cut lead crystal and maybe a touch of the most soigné carnality after the salmon and grouse, when her boy friend, in the distance beyond her profile, walks towards the waterside and with perfect timing, seconds before the end, bends double and throws up all over the pristine Scottish pebbles.