Angles

Up at 4.15 and off on the Flying Scotsman. The reflections of the bridges in the Tyne were pretty but too many carriage reflections for a blip.

4 meetings and then I managed a micro sleep before a scaldingly hot shower and a fantastic dinner. I should have blipped the top of the buildings beside the Gherkin but my camera was in my case.

All I could manage after the Alice was an artistic representation of my room.

So that's another February anniversary over. 36, but nobody's counting.