Steeple

The day after the day after the Big Day and lethargy was still the word of the day. It didn't help that the skies were grey, and then a different shade of grey when it started snowing. Any plans I had to go outside were swiftly put on hold.

By early afternoon the snowfall had turned to a fine persistent drizzle of rain and I decided that a wander around Falkirk town centre would be better than vegetating in front of the TV. The town was pretty quiet (as confirmed by today's Blip) but I managed to amuse myself for an hour or so before getting the bus home.

It is the season for lethargic vegetating after all.