Each morning as I drive the 10 miles or so to St Andrews I pass a scene that reminds me, every time without fail, of a Pink Floyd album cover. Can you guess which cover it is?
And it’s not Dark Side of the Moon, either. As lovely as it would be to live in the dark, vacuumous emptiness of space it would make my commute in the morning rather less practical. Not to mention the environmental hazard that that would cause with me blasting into space every evening. Round about tea time.
Do you give up? It is of course Atom Heart Mother.
Pink Floyd’s weirdy-beardy album from 1970 — the year before I was born — Atom Heart Mother featuring a picture of a cow. In a field. Just like all the cows. In the fields. On the B9131 from Anstruther to St Andrews.
I love milk.