That’s my night-shifts done for another week and to demonstrate that you should always have a camera with you I caught this sunrise near Aberdour as I was making my way home.
This do’ cot is a bit off the beaten track and fortunately the field had been recently harvested so I was able to tramp across to use the ruins to mute the sunrise a little. I seemed to have missed the best bits as when I left work, the sky was lit by a lovely pink glow and very shortly after this was taken the colours completely washed away leaving a small patch of sunshine, which shortly afterwards went out with a whimper leaving a cloudy morning in its wake.
Doo is the Scots word for Pigeon or Dove. Pigeons were once kept as a source of meat and naturally you would not want a load of doos so close to your house so they were sited a little way from the habitation. This was a standard design, with a sloping slate or tiled roof and the inside walls were taken up with nesting boxes.
Enough from me, I’m off to ma kip but there’s one thing for sure….