It's twelve degrees
celsius here in St. Andrews. The sun is out, the sky is blue, children are eating ice cream on the East Sands, seagulls are crapping on cars. The weather's really started to turn and it's a good thing I'm going to North Carolina right after this, internet, because Scotland today made a compelling case for emigration. I'm going hiking in Braemar tomorrow, too, which should be amazing. Blue Ridge Mountains, come June, you need to bring your game.
In addition to all the (Al)bunnies skirting about, there's this pair of swans, which have been eluding my camera for a week. When I had it on me, they weren't there. Whenever I remembered it, they'd peaced. Finally today I got a couple shots of them chilling in the harbor. I think swans seem particularly elegant to someone from the sub-tropics, where there aren't any outside of zoos, but these two glided along easy as you please, coaxing bits of chips from the people eating outside The Wall. It was cool.
In addition to all the (Al)bunnies skirting about, there's this pair of swans, which have been eluding my camera for a week. When I had it on me, they weren't there. Whenever I remembered it, they'd peaced. Finally today I got a couple shots of them chilling in the harbor. I think swans seem particularly elegant to someone from the sub-tropics, where there aren't any outside of zoos, but these two glided along easy as you please, coaxing bits of chips from the people eating outside The Wall. It was cool. 
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