Nothing to say. I kind of forgot to eat again and my brain is a bit dull. I will eat something tonight, if I get time, but I have been busy doing nothing and that's very wearying you realise. However I can offer you a picture of Cramond to ponder. Enlarged you may just see the top of the Forth Bridge in the distance. Ah the sea, the sea, how I miss thee. I miss egg and chips also it seems....
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I had to officer. You see I needed a background picture on this laptop and after searching through the few I had I concluded none were suitable. I decided I required a picture of the sea. That would be relaxing yet involve a sense of movement at the same time. I had nothing remotely suitable myself but it was clear where such a picture could be choried, as we say in Edinburra. So of I went to the young lass who constantly offers pictures of sea, sand and sunshine, 'A.' I would love to be by the sea again, I miss the haar, the seagulls squawking, although they do pass by here, the birds chasing back and forth as the waves hit the beach while they grab the beasties for lunch, the smell of the water and the relaxing attitude it leaves behind. 'A' has it outside her window. Life is so unfair! I could have travelled all the way to Perth in Australia where PDP also offers bright sunshine filled pictures of tanned happy folks beside a blue sea, but preferred the B&W version I found on 'A's blog.
Thalata! Thalata!
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Before the sun was up this morning, and it never bothered to get up in truth, I wandered out to catch the early worm. My eating habits are not what they were! Passing one of the crows so intent on removing a snail from its shell it allowed me within four feet of himself before he looked up, somewhat irritably, and glared as I moved away. Not much else moved even though the market was opening up. This line of garages manages to look almost derelict and because nobody had bothered to rise I took this snap. Usually the doors are open and mechanics are very busy chatting while attempting to work out how much to overcharge the car owner who's precious beast is undergoing surgery there. It may well be these are just the workshops of the building on the right that constantly offers large cars at bargain prices. They do not mention such cars are cheap to buy and horrendous to run! Petrol, repairs, spare parts all cost a fortune, that is why muggins (always men who have watched 'Top Gear') falls for the cheap prices. I would like to take better pics of these but some folks like to call the constabulary for some reason.
As winter is closing in let's have a warmer picture for Saturday night. 'Off Scarborough,' by Ernest Dade. Very nice and makes me want to go to sea again. It's not that I once went to sea, it's just that I wanted to go to sea once before. I didn't, it was too cold.
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