It took me a week to remember what the name of Dunelm Mill was, and realised that it was Dunelm Mill. Then I tried to go there for some sweet canvas shopping for sketchbooks, but ended up somewhere in Yoker. On my way there I thought to myself that I have a very good sense of orientation, perhaps better than a lot of the people I know (big smile). But when I got off the bus I sort of gave in. And really, I'm not blaming my super-skill for not getting to my objective. I just got distracted by photographing Glasgow dullness and then the rain was too much of a bully, so I took the next bus home. Wohoo! Exhiting life indeed.
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