Dug

Productive day at work, walk up Arthur's Seat, food and beer. This heat is a bit knackering.

A week spent wondering am who I am (far too much time on my hands you'll agree). As random folk keep telling me of their trials and tribulations I wonder, am I better off refusing to be a victim? Is that how some folk define themselves these days? Is it linked with the cult of celebrity? My conclusion for know is to follow my natural instinct is just to get on with it, and be me.

Dug coming off Arthur's Seat. His life is simple.