Hot Wheels

Dumped by the family today who'd organised a cruise on the Sir Walter Scott steamship at Loch Katrine, so I headed off in the other direction on a bit of a mystery tour (not sure if that's possible on your own actually).

Anyway, I ended up in deepest darkest Fife up by Knockhill Racing circuit. It seemed to be some sort of open racing day as there were souped up Subarus racing alongside clapped out Citroens and Corsas, as well as some more bona fide racing vehicles tearing up the tarmac. I headed off up Knockhill itself to see what views were to be had from up there, if you can avoid the numerous transmitters poking up from its summit. Great panoramas all the way from the Bass Rock out in the Firth of Forth to the East and through the Forth Valley to Ben Lomond in the west. Sheep get the best views sometimes...

Now sitting here watching Cameroon become the first team to stamp their ticket home from South Africa as a mouse scurries around under the table just outside the back door. Not sure whether to grab my camera or a mouse trap.

That's what blipfoto does to you.