Bloody 'ell that was cold. The wind whipping in off the Trossachs and over the Carse was icier than penguin's piss as I lurked around beneath the castle at the King's Knot looking for something to snap (and hoping that wasn't going to be my frostbitten digits). Was glad when this couple strolled in over the horizon and I could head off to defrost.
So, the daily post thing's now pie in the sky. Posts will arrive here as and when. Daily-ish. Weekly-ish. Random-ish.