Eight Eighteen

-ish.

That's the time in minutes and seconds that it's taken our local star light to beam down through those pylons, bounce off the choppy River Forth, up into the glass and through the aperture to burn its photons onto the camera's sensor. Which happens to be almost exactly the same time I managed to squeeze out of my lunch break to throw a petrol station bought sandwich and reduced to sell bottle of cranberry juice down my neck trying to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet down by the old harbour. A speed of light lunch.

Mind you if I hadn't been farting around pointing cameras at that star I would've had a bit more of a leisurely lunch and less indigestion.

#aroundtheforth