I sat in the art gallery waiting for a group of ladies who embroider.  A lovely, friendly, blond woman came in.  She had recently moved to Scotland and was looking for a local art community.  Her name is Oleksandra and she is from Ukraine.  After two sleepless nights of bombing, she and her teenage daughter, Anna, packed their car and drove all night through the mountains to Hungary.  After a seven-hour wait (Oleksandra sleeping, Anna watching) they crossed the border.  They made their way to friends in Brittany where they stayed for a month until they had visas for Scotland.  It's a month since Oleksandra came into the gallery.  We meet each week usually in her studio above an empty town centre shop (where she took my photo).  In a month, her English is greatly improved and her daughter settled into a local high school.