Visions

I'd planned to blip the Castle this morning as I left the Grassmarket Centre.  It was framed against a beautiful blue sky.  By the time we got down the bottom of the Mile the fog had rolled in and by night it was thick, spooky fog and much colder.

This is the view from the top of the #37 bus on my way home from my massage.  Spot me?

Something has spooked Molly.  She is not herself.  Finds sitting in her box safer than going out.  Thank goodness for the violas.