Not Going In

One of those nights when you want to wring out as much as possible from the day and stay out playing until the very last gasp of sunlight. And beyond. Felt very mid 70s summery that did.

Clambered over some big chunks of washed up tree to get a better angle over the Forth and chatted away for a bit with a dog walker as the sun set behind the Trossachs, talking sculpture, public art, housing and local history. Forgot I'd no lights on the bike though so pedalled home like a maddy, sneaking around the side streets so's I wouldn't get fingered by the fuzz. So to speak.