A trip to the Blue Toon
When I run out of photographic inspiration a trip to the Blue Toon (Peterhead) will usually provide the necessary.
First a gander around the perimeter of the old convict prison; there is nothing quite like coils of razor wire to cheer the soul.
Then, for an "extra", a wander around the harbour. They seem to be experiencing problems with the gate of the old dry dock and a diver was about to be lowered into the murky waters. Sooner him than me!