Enough!

I have had enough of the frenetic hedonism of the Edinburgh Fringe and it probably feels the same way about me. I decided to go somewhere devoid of stimuli. Somewhere to relax and calm my inner self. To perhaps capture a dragonfly, a sunset or a flower through my lens.

I know - Muir of Ord in the Black Isle. Perfect. Nothing has ever happened in this sleepy hamlet, ever. Well the Black Isle show, but that was weeks ago. Muir of Ord should be perfectly relaxing.

What did I find when I got there?

Wench quenching!
Wench drenching!
Not mentioning!
Up-welling!
Naughty pointing!

*Sigh*