An Englishman's Home Is His Castle.

On the way home from another 9 hour not-even-time-for-a-pee shift, I stopped off at my new friend's house for a restorative. Just before I got there, I paused to shoot Norham Castle.

Now I am home, have pulled up the drawbridge and am prepared to repel all boarders until work tomorrow morning.

At least my castle has windows that fit. Well, almost anyway.

Enjoy your Saturday night - what's left of it.