After a restless night dreaming that I had gone to Europe including a free trip to Paris on a train with no seat, only a place to lie on a flat-bed car watching coracles on the river, I struggled to consciousness only to find that pestilence still ravages the land, a pest still resides in the White House, and perhaps impervious to pesticide, a killer wasp is murdering our honey bees!
While still avoiding the new clichés of the date, these photos of the Firth of Forth from last Summer seem to cheer me a little:
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| Lower Largo, Fife, Scotland looking to the West up the Firth of Forth |
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| Boats beached at Lower Largo |
