Porty by the sea on my evening cycle.
A morning spent researching art catalogues.
An afternoon spent photographing stunning origami flowers.
And evening spent cycling and scoffing leftovers.

As I cycled past Arthurs Seat a smell hit me and transposed me to Plantation Farm, Northern California. Thousands of miles and 16 years in an instant. It was the smell of fog covered grass and redwood trees being warmed by the morning sun. At night. In Edinburgh.
Hmmmmmm.