Spire and crane

Though I don't like the dentist, I like my dentist. He was taking out one of my lower molars this morning - needing out because of a bit of a botch job by another dentist. Apparently I have good teeth. Which after a pause he defined as any teeth in a better state than his.

"You know. It's like GPs and alcoholism. You're only an alcoholic if you drink more than your doctor".

Quite. Looking up from the chair, with him, the dental nurse, dentist light and ceiling in view, I really wish I'd my wee camera and enough courage to ask to take a quick photo. Instead, a quick snap of the fading light on the way back home through the meadows will have to suffice.