The sound of sleet

I accompanied my lovely brother up to the station to get his train home after our adventure. He observed that it's much harder to keep your balance on an LRT bus than on the wee ferry to Knoydart.

Apart from that I didn't go out; it was cold, grey and wet. Since it wasn't actually hailing I decided not to go with that lame Sound of Sleat joke.....oh, sorry, I just did. :-)