Aberdeen day

A day on a train, a day of gales and squally rain, a day of people I haven't seen for years, some of whom I managed to speak to, some I didn't. A day of soup and coffee and memories and trying to remember names. A day of saying goodbye to TAR, colleague, friend, mate. One of the good guys.
I seem to go north now for funerals or parties. Next?

So another view from my habitual bus stop on North Bridge.