A BRIEF DETOUR TO ROSSLYN[WHICH IS IN ROSLIN, JUST SO YOU KNOW]

Yesterday the wife, the mother-in-law, and I took a quick little jaunt out to Roslin to take a gander at Rosslyn Chapel. You know, the one of unfortunate DaVinci Code fame. Just in case you are wondering, Jesus' brain is not suspended in a jar of formaldehyde on an alter in the sub-basement; I checked. Twice.







Alas, these next images were taken in near-darkness, so please forgive the quality, dear reader.







And this is just a door I liked along the way. No reason; just there. If you are demanding some sort of ideal narratological continuity you are probably in the wrong place. So you can just like it, or lump it. Harrumph!