Pink

I went down to the Gateshead office today, but scarcely had time to look about me in terms of getting a blip in daylight. There were some nice apricot coloured clouds reflected in the Sage, but just as I was getting the camera out the bus arrived and I wasn't going to risk a drenching from another random shower like I got on the way over.

So it was going to be a blurry blip of a couple of swans on the W0L in the dark or a picture of the nice beer that Mr H bought me. But then he pointed out the hyacinth that has been doing its thing over the past few days. The pink ones don't have a scent as pervasive as the blue, I find. Or maybe that's just down to defective receptors in my neb.