Ruins and rooks

As I wandered the heart of Kirkwall, the evening took a gothic turn and blue skies were replaced by flat light and a bone chilling cold. The only blip subjects to present themselves were the rooks gathering around the mediaeval cathedral, a woman in a long black cloak, the ghosts in the graveyard and the ruined towers of the palaces. And of the course the wind hiding in the barely dressed trees.

Of course all blippers find creeping around places like this on Thursday evening perfectly normal.

Don't you?


Thanks to everyone who makes this mad place so much fun to be part of. Not for one moment did I think I would still be here after 5 and a bit years and 1500 blips. I shall carry on, one day at a time.