The West

After an overnight frost, the day dawned dry and bright. It continued in that vein.

We wandered onto the hill for some rugby practice (heaven knows we need it). I don't know where we go from here, it just seems like the ship is sinking and there's nothing that can be done to stop it.

On the hill the light was perfect for some photography. I spied this telephoto of the bridge and snowy Highlands behind. I've always thought that was Ben Ledi in profile, but now seeing this close up, I'm thinking its Dumyat. This view won't be around much longer when they build the Forth Replacement Crossing.