An invisible bridge

Today marked the first day of the bump's Australian gran's visit. Buoyed by sunny skies, we ventured via South Queensferry in search of Britain's best fish and chips (Anstruther, of course).

It seems a fitting image for my 100 blip that I capture the billowing clouds of fog rolling across the Forth. After all, I'm writing a blip about becoming a father but I'm crossing a bridge to an unknown future.

Whatever the road reveals, and however far apart our families are spread, we'll always be connected.