Gulf Ghost

I did take photos during the so called daylight, but my heart wasn't in it. Smelly pixelly pile of keich* they were.

After a couple of miles in the pitch dark on the road home tonight I came upon a shiny and twinkly petrol station by the Auld Brig. And I was heartened at it's Christmassy twinkliness. And it got its picture took.

Monday. Done.

*Excrement. But I'm guessing you'd already guessed that.