Hey Bobby Marley

Early morning in Scotland, some time in Spring.

















It's cloudy and cold, and the fog is slowly covering everything under it's grey blanket, trying to hold on to that sleepy dawn feeling, when the world hovers between the land of Morpheas and the land of the living. Sheep and cows have only just started grazing in the green fields, and the first crows of the day sweep low above the fields in search of breakfast.

















And on the A92 road to St Andrews, an old car is driving along around the speed limit, the little sunroof open to let the morning breeze in, spreading The Word of Bob through the sleepy towns of Fife in Scotland.

"No woman no cryyyyy..."

The Greek driving has his sunglasses on, a big smile on his face and is singing at the top of his lungs, joining his voice with the timeless Jamaican singing about the good and bad things in life. And Scotland warms up around them, just this little bit...