Friday the 13th

Our last day in Birmingham was spent with S at his conference and me ambling around the city, hunting down a blip. I like a few of the shots from today and have put some extras over here - https://www.flickr.com/photos/whiskyfoxtrot/?

By the time we were changing trains in Glasgow we had heard there had been an attack in Paris. By the time we got home we knew the death toll was incredibly high, only to watch it rise over the coming days. I used to love Fridays that fell on the 13th. Now I'm not so sure.