Log

The making of lists is a thing we do (do we?). For some (and I mean me) they're more like records. Lists of cycle tours done, runs completed, books read, calories consumed ... and bird species seen - a life list, a year list and a campus list for the latter.

Too many lists, of course, and ultimately pointless. Feels like a cry for help and a lifetime commitment to spreadsheets. And yet I haven't fully embraced the "to do" lists, though find them very satisfying when I do.

Anyway, this moody shot of Dunblane from Holmehill includes a peregrine on the clock tower, and another addition to the year list.