what do you see?

A collection of poles?

Or... a seagull eyeing up my buffalo burger, and contemplating a daring raid. A ship at anchor in the Firth of Forth. The sun shining on Arthur's Seat, in distant Edinburgh. One of the islands in the Firth - Inchcolm? A grey, overcast, Scottish, January day as the cloud rolls in from the northwest.

Not much, huh.

The burger was scrummy, by the way.