Not the dead mouse

Once I'd realised that there weren't children sleeping upstairs and that there was no reason for me to be deciding between the photo of my dinner or the photo of the dead mouse in the trap, I managed to stop myself from slumping onto the sofa, grab my big camera (and remind myself how it worked) and head out for a wee wander to see what could be found. The dockyard was looking bright and there was enough juice in my phone for the torch app to see me up the unlit hill to get a good view with the bridge in the background. Fortunately I'd also resisted taking just the wee 35mm lens too. And I'd made a special effort to take a tripod (once I'd remembered where I'd left it).