Under the City Bypass / Straiton esque

A morning of purchasing tea spoons and candles (IKEA, obv) followed by some trolley hunting action in the windy but sunny realms of Midlothian.

Man, it's grim outwith the city limits. There's no Rognvald Anderson Dance Band to soften the blow. Just miles of identikit boxes, badly designed, even more badly laid out. A perfect backdrop then for the aspiring graffiti artists of East Central Scotland to apply their critique that Modern Life is Rubbish onto the walls of the Straiton underpass.

And the occasional Cigs, too.

For the bus spotters amongst you. 47 outward; 31 on the return. 

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