Even having arrived home at 2 am, I was up early in order to do DIY at hers; had to get it done by midday, so was there well before 9; done by 11. Then out. Wandered aimlessly for a bit, just taking photos, readjusting to the change in surroundings after a few days of wild emptiness.

Marchmont, Morningside and then belted down to the shore at the brick beach and suddenly migraine overtook me so I shambled off the short distance home. Slept most of the afternoon and then a slow evening at home, distant, disorientated and disconnected.

The photo somehow sums up a subdued alone day. The bag wriggled endlessly in the stiff breeze, snared by the thistle.