Plane spotting...

Yup... we threw round some wire wool and played with light down at Cramond Beach and I was more fascinated by the planes coming in. It looks like a cool place to live but I bet it sucks ass on a Sunday with a million people hanging around the place not to mention being right under the flight path! Seriously... they don't hang around with the flights coming in.

We had another plan but someone forgot the ladders and I'm a shortarse. Shelved for another day.

“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you're going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.”
― C. JoyBell C.