The chill creeps in — along with fog, or at least that was the case in Scotland. Wasn’t sure I would be able to leave as the haar drifted in.
Wasn’t altogether sure I wanted to leave π but I’ll be back soon.
I snapped this picture in Dundee: it made me think of that Nick Drake song (so I’ve been calling it “Β£25 Pink Moon”). Happy sigh. Warm thoughts.
Dundee awaits your return with open arms. xxxx
Awww, thanks sweetie. That makes me warmer already! π