Sunrise over the distant ridge behind me, starts lighting up the Ord Hill area of the Black Isle, as viewed from the Golden Bridge.

Black ice morning, with rain falling on frozen ground, so it was the bus instead of the bicycle... when one turned up. Met a very pleasant Ukrainian lass from Kharkiv. She had no English language when she arrived in June to live with a local family, is at the College one day a week to improve her English, and also working in one of the local hotels. Had recently qualified as aeronautical engineer, but hadn't had the chance to start a job in that field since all hell broke loose in her country, from the neighbours to the East. The first Ukrainian I've met. So tragic what's been done to her country and home city.