In Scotland, when it's warm we like to go outside and look around, observe activity and that sort of thing. So ... flowers in a hanging basket flanked by bricks and a wrought iron stairway.
Trees behaving badly, bending and growing old on the banks of the Lake of Menteith. The only lake (not a loch) in Scotland.
Hot loaves of bread cooling in a back alley behind an artisan bakery. I dislike the term "artisan" being thrown around like some wartime medal to describe food and drink but it does seem to fit on this occasion and at this location. I was tempted to steal a loaf like some cartoon apple pie from a window sill, I resisted and simply bought one. Everyone gets urges now and then but best to do the right thing if you can.
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