tranquility

The Wilson Almeria - en route to Inverkeithing, probably to load scrapped cars to be further recycled in Scandinavia - is just an excuse for another shot of the silhouettes of Inchkeith and Arthur's Seat against the pale sky as sunset approached.

The morning had me screaming at the PC (it did nothing wrong except display idiotic incoming emails). About 2:30 I escaped work to catch the last of the daylight at the harbour.

It was lovely and calm over there (apart from a misplaced crackhead who tried to set upon me) and the tranquility was good for me.

Tuesday is always better.

(Dysart was in the news today; seems the breakwater I stood on to get the Blip is about to crumble into the sea.)