Roots.

This afternoon we (I) re-discovered one of the joys of walking to the supermarket instead of driving. Going to the pub on the way home! Savoured several of Inveralmond Brewery's finest Ossians before tripping our (my) way home.

Prompted by an hours introversion and confused thinking about the meaning of life and the inevitability of death I thought we should get back to our roots, hence this shot.

Please excuse the gibberish, but I'm pissed. Helps to soften the impact of the now meaningless festival looming on Tuesday.

Bah, Humbug!!!!