It was a dismal weekday afternoon as we trekked towards Calton Hill in Edinburgh.
Then, joy of joys, just before our destination I saw some stone stairs leading up to a small cemetery.
Like a rat up a drainpipe, I quickly found my way to this vista, with looming castle battlements to ice the proverbial cake.
Victorian gothic nirvana!
I would have lingered, but my wife and daughter were less than impressed with another funereal photographic detour.
I rejoined them, and when we reached the top of the Hill, the drizzle became hard rain, forming waterfalls down the steps.
So wet, so grey…and I was so happy with it all.
Sometimes I wonder what the f**k is wrong with me.