Night crawler

Dropped Mrs Rex off in Dunfermline this morning after promising to pick her up once she'd finished work. As usual she hadn't finished by the time I arrived even though I'd added an extra 30 minutes to the agreed time because I know what she's like. Went in search of something to photograph and Dunfermline Abbey is always the easy option, especially as it was a bit nippy out. Kings are buried here and Charles I was born here, these days the locals use the grounds to walk their dogs at night and watch them as they piss on the graves of Dunfermline's long dead nobs and nobility.