The Kittens have booked a week off work to secrete themselves in a friend's cottage, LITERALLY in the wilds of the west Highlands of Scotland. This is a place where Nick (or 'me' as he's also known) spent many blissful childhood summers, on the banks of Loch Sunart. In those days our hosts the Semples used to have to pick us up in a motorboat on the other side of the loch and transfer the whole Clan Munro (well 5 of us anyway) across the loch alighting at the other side to board an old army LandRover and drive the last 10miles around the peninsular on a nailbiting farm 'track'. Well, things have changed since then, in as much as the start of the farm road is now accessable by land in a normal human car. However, all grown up, Nick will now be tackling the farm road in the driver's seat YIKES!!

Anyway. Our recordings will be part powered by water and, in part,  by petrochemicals, rendering the tape machine too 'wobbly' to record to so a computer MUST be found. Then it'll be face to face, drams and song until we have the bones and vital organsof our debut LP complete. Then, sadly, it's back to the city to polish the turd.

Woohooo, come on winter winds, blow hard and cold.