The Dawn Patroller. Now recovered from the cold he brought back from Edinburgh.
Finding more ruins within the woods. What a story they would tell, if only they could.
Last man standing? Sorry couldnt resist that one.
When the DP disappears off to buy the paper he is often gone quite a long time. The camera is always with him.
The Golden Horn, marks the entrance to Fraserburgh Harbour.
Looking in the opposite direction.
Towards Tiger Hill.
This afternoon he made the long trek into Aberdeen to change the curtains I bought yesterday. Looking round my bedroom/office I think its high time I decluttered, sorted etc. to do them justice.
It was too nice to be inside however! So I actually did some decluttering in the garden while the DP was away.
My pride and joy has settled in now and is sending up two spikes. Rogersii, now taller than me.
Difficult to resist the calls of this photograph, paint me, paint me, but so far.......
But now, I am resting.