Stone Circle

Up at the sparrow’s fart to trauchle across the site with our bags. The revellers down at the standing stones were still raving away after the dawn but we’d a bus to catch. Just the one, direct to Edinburgh. Plenty stops on the way; in every one it was a real shock to catch sight of myself in their bright mirrors. Enough about me. There were snacks to pick up too. How all very tremendous.
So home, and a shower! Yasssss!!!!!