In Passing

Now that my hairdresser has moved to Uphall, after Mr flum has collected me we spend time in the area: today it was MacArthur Glen designer Outlet. Actually, apart from coffee and admiration of the Lindt shop, we bought very little, certainly no Christmas gifts.

On the motorway west we passed through thick fog, the sky as we arrived in Livingston was covered - quite literally - with vapour trails, white streaks against blue. As we left these had thinned out and individuals spread resolving into cirrocumulous clouds. The day remained chilly and is set to continue.

Devoid of Blip opportunity I snapped from the car as we drove home, this the best of the bunch, but I am pleased that the camera picked up the straw bales and remaining autumn colouring, on the last day of November.