Twenty Eight

Day twenty eight of thirty.

Everything dialled back to winter this morning - extra layers, full gloves, everything bar the dark. Wasn't getting caught out in the cold like yesterday.

On the way back, as I cycled past the pyramid stacks of empty whisky barrels over the fence in the distillery, I spotted this shoogly pile. Rubbish Jenga move that is.

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