I don’t really understand what makes it so difficult to work in unfamiliar light. After all, it is the same pair of eyes looking out. Perhaps it is not the light at all, but rather the novelty of a different place. It is hard to get comfortable and begin to see beyond the merely different. This is Vendecari on Sicily’s south-east coast and is as removed from Glasgow’s “dear green place” as can be. Behind me, a flock of flamingos take to the air.