North Queensferry

I seldom cross the Forth by rail, but for the second week running we were on a train north- this time to Dundee for another family lunch.
It was very different weather from last week when we journeyed to Perth during what was described as a weather bomb.

Today was bright and sharp and the East Coast train sped silently and speedily up through the sunlit countryside, with tractors ploughing fields and flocks of gulls squabbling in a flutter of wings in their wake.
The windows of the train were clean enough to afford this view of North Queensferry with the road bridge in the fore and the almost completed piers of the new road bridge just behind.

Apart from the anticipation of a long postponed meal with His Lordship's cousin and his wife in a lovely new Italian restaurant in City Square, we had with us a Blipfoto calendar, carefully carried in His Lordship's manbag, to give to them.
You can therefore imagine how galling it was that the amnesia brought on by an excellent meal accompanied by liberal quaffing of wine meant that we arrived back home with the said calendar still in the said manbag.
It will now have to wend it's way back over the Forth, maybe by rail or maybe by road. What a well travelled calendar indeed.