Night outing

So having missed the aurora on Friday night , I set out on a hunt on Saturday night well past my bedtime. I don’t normally haunt old graveyards at midnight, but I headed for Kirk o Shotts where my paternal grandparents are buried as I’d seen a fantastic photo online from the previous evening with the aurora behind the church. Just my luck - bad luck- no sign of the northern lights. Still, here is the wee church.