Donald where's yer trousers...

Woke up feeling much better than the day before - thank you for your good wishes. Had an easy, productive morning at the day job and then set off for Waverley to catch the train south to Englandshire to meet a dear friend for a weekend in the Lake District. Although I've yet to see a lake, I've been assured they are here, somewhere.

I took this shot in Waverley. The Royal Scotsman was just pulling in and I think the piper was meant to greet the train but this group of tourists waylaid him.

I thought this looked like the 50s and have faffed a wee bit to enhance the feel. The piper's moustache, the tartan wrap of the photographer, the ballerina-like stance of the woman on the left...even the man's hat just seemed from another era.

Off to explore the wilds. Wish me luck! Now where's the nearest tea shop...