Yesterday I went to that part of Aberdeen called Torry. There’s an excellent cobbler there, several Polish businesses, a bustling neighbourhood atmosphere, and the unmistakable smell of fish. Torry is across from the harbour and is home to several fish processing plants.
And I saw this:
I’ve named the photo “Torry quine” because “quine” means girl or woman in the local dialect here. I hope she’s okay. I like to imagine that she feels a bit out of kilter but is trying to make the best of things and is glad to have a view!