The small road I was on led down to Oslo. I had made an appointment to meet a gallerist there that evening but it was still the middle of the day so I turned right at random. After a few miles the tarmac gave over to gravel which thundered and popped under my tires. After nearly loosing control of the car a couple of times I slowed down. Without my mobile it would be disastrous to slide off the road out here. It wasn't exactly wilderness but there was no sign of agriculture or even logging. There was the occasional log cabin but they looked more like shelters for hunters than homes. I stopped often to listen to the fast flowing streams that ran alongside the road or to look out over the numerous lakes. It had been a busy time leading up to the show in Stockholm and I had not planned things very well. I had forgotten to bring my mini-disc sound recorder. I justified buying a new one if I could find an updated digital version but the airport store was very limited and I had hoped to find one in Stockholm. Once there I was plunged into the practical problems of hanging the show and I had forgotten about it. Now I cursed myself for the missed opportunities. I had bought some BBC sound recordings of natural atmospheres which included mountain streams but this sounded much better