The title was a joke (haha). Nah, this is as dead as I’ve ever seen it, even if it’s an early morning snap. The Mash Tun over the road – not a bad wee pub that. I expect it will be rammed on a daily basis once the Epoch of Corona ends.
This place and I go way back. It’s gone through so many transformations over the years that I wish I had taken a yearly snap just to document the evolution. Highlight? I once saw a bloke in scuba gear doing backstrokes … in February.
It got all rather romantic for a moment. And then it didn’t
Bye for now.
Because I looked up and saw a bigger hill. But I couldn’t be bothered spending another two hours moving my legs. I got a semi-decent snap out of the endeavour, though. ‘Z for Zachariah’ came to mind, the only book from school I can ever remember that was about something. I don’t wish to read it again as it will probably turn out to be total shite, like much you revisit from yesteryear.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 