A Second Sentence at H.M.P. Peterhead

A dull morning, but calm.  The day remained dull, but as we headed east, the chilly North Sea winds picked up.  Some light showers too.

Up early, and packed up the caravan again, whilst being eaten alive by midgies.  Arrived in Banff by lunchtime, and settled in again.  Popped over to Peterhead in the afternoon.  Not much of a night, so a quiet evening in the caravan. 

Peerie Brian hadn't been to see the prison before, and I was happy to go again, almost five years ago, since my last visit here.  It was interesting to hear the prison stories again, and happy to remind myself that it's not a place I want to stay in.  As I sat in the café with a cuppa, thinking of all those men that never made it out, and died within the prison walls, this flocks of birds passed over.  Probably a common sight for the staff, but I've left feeling those men are still here.  Looking from the café, towards a cell block, H.M. Convict Prison, Peterhead.