The Good, the Bad, the Ugly

The Good?
The photography, the classmates, the teacher, the crac, visiting Torrin and Elgol. We experimented today with shots in a Celtic graveyard near Broadford, and the sheep wool was covering all the shrubs and trees.
The Bad?
All the driving. Despite the fantastic scenery, there was an awful lot of driving for me today, and mostly the scenery had to be ignored as a result - Orbost to Sleat, Sleat to Elgol, Elgol to Sleat, Sleat to Portree, Portree to Orbost. I now claim to have driven on most of the roads on this magnificent island, and in a variety of weathers.
The Ugly?
My face. Not that it was any oil painting to begin with, but pulling down the boot door onto the bridge of my nose has not improved my looks. I think I am in for a shiner in the morning!

Night all!