The absolute unmitigated joy of a day in the diary with nothing in it.

Post-Eowyn hike.

We interrupt our irregular hikeposting to inform you that Frieren might look like a cosy lil' magical academia hiking anime but by half way through it goes just, so, So IMPROBABLY hard.

Black and white photo of cars under a rail bridge. The road runs fore to background, but all the light runs left to right.

Underburgh.

Edinburgh’s truly magical. I’d love for you folks to visit!

A view from Calton Hill at sunset.

A local little hike.

A tree has its roots mapped out with light up cables as part of the Botanic Lights exhibition

A path that leads under a bridge, through colourful foliage

A lighthouse on a tiny island

Two islands

The forth bridge, with a lamppost in front.

Hike hike hike (boat)

An enthusiastic Mario fades into a reflection of the street. Over his pumped fist is a thought bubble that reads, “We live as we dream - alone”.

Show me a picture on your phone that has your energy that isn’t a selfie

You should check out her nails.

Why yes, I have just followed a bunch of starter packs. To save you the scroll down and guess-work: queer, health and climate, witchy folk horror, Scotland.

Setting fires for Beltane

DilDo Revenge.

“The key is the vowels” *throws up hands in Québécoise*

Make a band milder?

Croydon Grammar

Make a band milder?

Florence + the doohickey.

Wow. The UK is having a DAY.

What’s your sign?

Duchamp, piss, pissoir: que nous pouvons voir?

This is exactly what I’ve been saying.

Me: I want 182 Intercity trains to run throughout the UK.

Hitachi: No problem!

Me: Dang, what a relief. Now I just need some help getting to sleep.

Hitachi: Well….

I bet they’ve even cleaned the couch :/

I’m really sad to hear that if this is the place I think it is.

Two people look down across the bottom of Arthur’s seat, towards Leith and the sea.

The view from my back yard.

Cold and bright.

You know what they say: "AI" for marketing, "ML" for hiring, stats for actually doing.

A stone monument? Gate post? Obelisk? Stands close in the foreground, with rolling hills and grey skies behind.

Ominous.

Few have, who live to tell the tale.

Yes.

A road that curves to the right, surrounded by trees, giving way to hills.

Last days of autumn