Under brooding skies

Aberdeen harbour, 06:30.

I find the harbour fascinating, in all weathers.
I remember being brought here by my grandfather when I was a child. In those days the harbour was full of trawlers - not like these huge supply ships and tugs, and you could walk right to the edge where the boats were moored and they landed the fish.
Now it’s all hidden behind fences.
But the view from the hotel window is fine in the morning.