Not a painting

This was an EB, grabbed between work and the bus. It was much larger, with some Berberis Darwinii, but when I zoomed in there was a graininess which made it look as if it had been painted. So, I cropped it small. Has to be viewed large, though.

The days are becoming monotonous: repeat; bit of marking; bit of conference prep; bit of lectureship interview prep; bit of MSc admissions; until go home, cook, eat blip, faff, bed. No, how can I say this when I saw one of my six colleagues for the first time since he became a dad for the first time yesterday!

Found a running route for the weekend that isn't in the Pentlands!