After standing there taking pictures of pink flowers for ages, a white bearded old man waved at me from across the road and came over. "Scuse me, I can get up to the city this way, can I?" "Hang on. I'll just check for you on my phone." "I might take a bus because I've been up and walking about since 8.30am." "...ahh...? Ok yup, map says just keep going straight." "Right, thank you!" He then took off singing down the street at the top of his lungs. You can see his red coat on the left side of the picture. Not sure if I met a crazy man today, but I must have looked pretty crazy myself taking pictures of trees in the blustery wind, long hair blowing all around. Heh.









