Life, huh? It gets all up in your business, stealing all your time. Sometimes in the best possible way.
Anyway. A very many Sundays ago, I went exploring around The Pass of Branda. We were looking for the army lookout which has, reportedly, been extensively decorated with graffiti. There’s little I love more than dereliction and graffiti.
But, of course, I was not wearing appropriate footwear and the wind was intense even for Wellington standards. But we clambered a bit, and found a wee skull friend, and came away sweaty and caked in seasalt.
Here are a few photos from that ill-fated trip.