Farkle on the Horizon

Blaming Andy Murray and Grigor Dimitrov for another night shoot today. The plan to get all the prep and paperwork out of the road this morning was kiboshed when their tennis match stretched out for around three and a half very entertaining hours. By the time I did get around to doing the necessary, it was darkish o'clock. And I had no nails left.

After picking up/dropping off Euan from his footy practice, I headed back down to last night's spot with the old lens, hoping to catch the complementary shot to last night's (lots of orange there, but there had been lots of blue on the flip-side). But, the clouds sunk to ground level and the wind picked up, leaving not much to see other than the urban glow from Stirling in the distance, past the abandoned warehouses over at Bandeath.

No guys with guns tonight though - even they must've thought better of the weather.

Oh... Farkle. What's that then?

It's one of those misheard lines from a song that confused me for ages when I first heard it; the theme tune from Watership Down by the less talented half of Simon and Garfunkel. 

Forty eight seconds in. Listen, then tell me he's not saying Farkle.