Caboose

Walking back from the pub can be a very pleasant experience. If I had got a taxi tonight I wouldn’t have noticed the faint halo around the full moon, or the (probably unintentional) pattern of coloured curtains at the executive townhouses beside the Carter cycle bridge.

Reminds me of nights walking back from the pub back in Stirling when I would sometimes just stop and look at the stars. Beer seems to do that to me.

Wish I’d had my camera with me, although the pictures would probably look rubbish in the morning.