The Bass Rock

I was falsely led, deceived even, by the strong appearance of the sun today.
It induced me to to believe it would carry some warmth, so vibrant was it.
Instead it laughed and let a mean, icy wind take the stage.

Despite the coldness Donald and I had a great time on North Berwick beach. At least, I think and believe Donald had a great time as he spent it all stalking crows with his long lens, but I can never be quite sure there isn't some undercover work going on really.

(Yesterday I felt more as though I'd had a birthday than I've ever felt really having a birthday, if you follow).