After nearly being taken out by some mum-on-a-school-run-in-a-hurry, stopped off down The Shore to count to ten. A seal was bobbing about, swimming off down river towards the Kincardine Bridges, and the clouds were scudding by on a cold north easterly. Was hoping I was going to avoid what looked like snow falling over in the direction I was heading. I did. But it turned out to be hailstones. And that stung a bit.
But hey, it's Friday.