On my way home

All sorts of shiny lights were sort of sparkly in the bus garage as I started home from Glasgow tonight. The snow started falling and it got really dark early but in the bus station, it was shiny.

(the Glasgow trip was disappointing for many reasons. No music in the shop, no (reasonably priced) wool in Lewis's and then no proper calendars in the wee shoppie in the centre. BUT there were chips on the way home!)