Just about through November, always a funny old month, what with the natural world shutting down and the peer pressure via the media to bankrupt your self in the name of love.

We’ve been out with the Mincers a fair bit, and down to Berwick, and to Stirling, and at work, and there seems to be a hold in place on my brain because I cannot remember what else I have been up to.   Maybe that’s it.  So, some shots below, a distinct underwater feel to the Kingdom centre car park in Glenrothes, some of my Mincer chums and a spooky sunset.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had a very pleasant lunch in the Maltings Art centre yesterday in Berwick, lots of fish dishes.

*November, you will be aware, was originally the ninth month, hence the name, as the Romans pretty quickly ran out of deities (and I am typing myself into a hole here because I cannot recall after whom February is named)  and had to resort to plain old numbers.   Then they changed it all and added two months but kept the names,  and as per the note below, started counting backwards.  Is it any wonder their empire crumbled?

Note from Wiki

 

• Nonae, Nones—thought to have originally been the day of the half moon. The Nones was eight days before the Ides, and fell on the fifth or seventh day of the month, depending on the position of the Ides. (Nones implies ninth from the Latin novem, because, counting Ides as first, one day before is the second, and eight days before is the ninth).