Distorted Regality

Not going to lie, picture taken entirely to fit the title.

Came about after another one of those internal rambling monologues that can take up so much headspace when the rhythm of the pedals and the regular ticks and creaks from various mechanical parts and ageing cartilage combine to induce a near trance-like state in which ideas seed, form, then bugger off sharpish down some completely unconnected route. Snapped back to reality quick enough when some fud tries cutting you up on a roundabout mind you.

Short detour to Cambuskenneth Abbey, tomb of King James III, snapped with a fisheye lens. Ancient stonework looked great against a rare September sky.