Phog

Fog was thick this morning, thought I'd squeeze in a quick pre-breakfast skoot-aboot and see what photo opps were to be had.

Oddly though, due to the opaque nature of the fog, most of those photo opps had to be within a few dozen feet or the photo was just a blanket of white. The geese were going mental calling at each other as I cycled along the banks of the Forth. Couldn't see them though.

By the time I got to the old docks expecting some atmospheric type shots on the river, the sun had burned most of the fog off and the morning was turning into another belter. Getting hungry by now so headed back home for breakfast. Managed that around 1pm.

Middle of September and we're firing up the barbecue for an unexpected beef and beer session. Who'd have thunk it.