Forth and Clyde Canal, Hungryside, Kirkintilloch
I've been getting mightily pissed off lately, driving 30 miles up to the Trossachs only to have the "very promising sunset light" disappear before my very eyes as I drive into Aberfoyle, so I thought I'd stay a bit closer to home.
The light wasn't particularly good last evening, but when you're faced with the alternative of watching "Britain has got no f***ing talent whatsoever - if you doubt that, then watch this" (or whatever it's called) on the telly, it's any port in a storm. The light didn't really improve, but I was lucky enough to catch a beam of sunlight peeking though a break in the clouds and managed to get this chocolate box shot.
Just as well really, because a couple of minutes later, a motor launch full of pissheads decided to ruin the tranquility by screeching to a halt (or whatever the nautical equivalent is) right next to me and attempting to perform a three-point turn while simultaneously (a) attempting to impress me with their linguistic skills and (b) pitching a succession of empty bottles at some ducks. And you wonder why I hate people ..
Just in case I meet them on a future visit, does anybody know where I can get some reasonably-priced stun grenades?