Off kilter

I have no excuses for such a duff shot, except that I stopped by some police cones, was in a rush and everything else I'd taken today was rubbish. Thing is, the castle looked so lovely I only wish I had been up in the stands draped in a travelling rug rather than gazing at it from afar through my car window.

Feeling better today after the prodding, squashing and injecting by the doctor last night. And this evening I was able to tell the burger maker of the rogue cow on his grill on Saturday.

Meanwhile, our Scottish high flyer nicely summarises the meaning of monotone and delight in one interview.