Wee Man

This little fellow has been telling pedestrians when to cross for years now. This must be the first time I've actually looked at him. There is something faintly futuristic about him, in an old-fashioned way, if you know what I mean!

I found this page in Wikipedia and I wondered "What kind of person feels strongly enough about pedestrian crossings to post an illustrated page on the subject on Wikipedia?"

This blip was taken on my way to Margiotta's to get a beer - not IPA, sadly, but Leffe. The olfactory signature of the walk was peat smoke, redolent of the Western Isles. I'd like a peat fire to grow drowsy in front of as I read my book and sup my Leffe.