Somewhere, there's sunshine

Not where I was, but it was pleasant and mild. I'd had my three pints of Jarl by that time, slightly over quota. That was because a good discussion got going in the bar, and I didn't want to leave in case I missed something. The sea lock was looking nice with some sunshine over the water. Just after I crossed the level crossing, the Clachnaharry Express (see extra) thundered though at it's customary nine miles per hour. All in all, quite an exiting day.