Craning

There's something decidedly frustrating about this time of year. The sunsets have been fantastic, but about 4.30pm, which I can see perfectly form the 7th floor, but none of the windows open, so everything is shot through glass with attendant reflections, when really I'd like to be looking over Duddingston Loch, or looking down from Calton Hill. Ah well.

Humpback done.

Homebrew smells like beer.

Could be worse.