OK....what's the name of that steep corrie in the distant head wall of yonder dreamy glen beyond the ancient sunken wall festooned with delicious molluscs, crying out to be plucked, steamed and served in a white wine and cream sauce with onions , garlic and white pepper, served with garlic bread and washed down with a piquant unoaked Chardonnay ? (the mussels that is, not the wall. That wouldn't taste nice at all. Probably)