The seeded and flowering fields of the Lothians. A veritable perfumed garden for some and a huge irritant for others. Nice looking though. Photo taken today by my dear wife from upstairs in a 43 bus I presume.
These are just fleeting thoughts from the heartland of the UK's colonial dustbin somewhere beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down. As ever AI and old age are to blame. I'll just leave it there ...
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