Saturday Night Life
Ah, Saturday nights … should they be spent with friends, fine dining, pub with mates, or other ways? I am flying solo as my wife is overseas at present, and had enjoyed a quiet beer (one only! – 0.05 and all that) watching the world go by on my balcony, when I noticed the clouds forming. I had, ah-hem, mixed emotions about going out but thought it looked too good to pass. A quick drive down to the ferry area, and then a wander the bank as nothing happened. Nope, no colour no nothing. However, I consoled myself by listening to the sound of laughter and champagne corks wafting over the water. Hmmm. Good things come to those who wait, however, and I am getting very good at the Waiting Game. Sure enough, along came the pink hues, and lasted just enough for me to get a few frames.
I then returned home, and, erm, went to the fridge. Cheers!