Four hours courtesy of ScotRail. I am glad I don’t have that as a daily commute, but it’s a relaxing mode of transport.
Spent the double journey catching up with a backlog of video content I had been promising myself…
In the middle of that a healthy dose of having my work micro-analysed, criticised, and corrected. Debating, justifying, accepting. Not a process for the faint-hearted, I suspect. Call me odd, but I rather liked it!
And home. Poke o’chips (and a pickled onion) at Arbroath harbour. Lovely.