And She's Always Gone Too Long, Any time She goes.

It's very rare you come to the Ballast Banking and there is no one there. 

Except at night.    Well, that's not entirely true.  Si and I walked had a dark walk one night, and there was the occasional steamy window. 

It's a place I can go and sit and not even think. I can just look.  I don't even have to contemplate.    

It's nice to take time in the morning before work to stop and look at the greatness around you.  There were four other people there this morning.  A lady who smiled and nodded to me in her car;  a man sitting staring out to Arran, looking quite sad, and worried, and this man on the banking.  The other one wasn't really there,  but was a jogger, and disappeared around the banking before I caught her eye. 

There was no dog, so it was a contemplative walk.  He was heading for the chair, and before I left he had sat down, hands in pockets, and neck tucked down in to the collar of his coat. 

I left him to his thoughts.  

He might be wondering where his balloon went to?