Running with the Bulls

Would've been once upon a time. Today, there's not much evidence of the huge cattle markets that used to take place on this waste-ground, or even the car boot sales that shared the space. Plenty BS nearby at times though.

Today, the mighty breezes that were blasting in from the mountains over to the west made it perfect for a bit of lunchtime kite running instead. It was just a wee one apparently, but it took a fair amount of sheer grunt to keep it from dragging this lithe pair across the rubble after it.

Maybe when our First Minister comes along to visit later this week he'll be allowed a shot; 'cause I wasn't.