Most of what I did yesterday was playing with pictures - and walking on a very cold little hill once the wind died down a bit - but I managed some scrappy words at the end to get me going.

102 words, Saturday's walk.

Moncreiffe Hill's main claim to fame, really, is as the hill which the main road hugs for a while as it comes into Perth, before throwing itself across the river at Kinnoull Hill instead.