Kerry complains that whenever I take a photo of her and put it online I always talk about the time I met her drunkenly.
I said I wouldn’t do it with these photos, but little did she know that the clock in the photo was set to (give or take) the time that I would have bumped into her that night. Sneaky? That’s me. Although by discussing it on here I’m aware it destroys the point a little.
Either way, we headed out today for what is to be our last day-time escapade before she jets off to sunnier climates for a year. We had planned to drive up (well I had planned) to Mugdock Park, but missed the turning completely and ended up in the middle of some snow-covered hills, and then in Aberfoyle – almost being killed by a man driving a car with a small dog on his face.
Hasselblad with Kodak Portra 160NC, Glasgow