Sadly, we woke up to heavy mist, and cold again. Even when the mist cleared it was cold, and dull. Not conducive to moi to wield brush and duster, or indeed just to sort through whats been flung and piled. Yet another afternoon of sitting very close to the heater and doing what I love best. No, not the cans of beer, that just shows what a slut I am. (I love making towers, ok?) Painting.
What the Dawn Patroller loves best is taking photographs. On Sunday he went off on a jaunt with others who like taking photographs, so here you go. As this blog is supposed to be about the North East of Scotland....
Cullen roofs. Cullen is famous for 'Cullen Skink', the very best, ever, fish soup. You can just see the harbour at the top of the picture below.
Portknockie. The Bow Fiddle Rock.
A lost Mandarin Duck.
And finally Banff Bridge.
What I should have been doing while he was off snapping was sorting the shed out. Perhaps tomorrow.