From Broughty Ferry to Brokenness

To each his own and other cliches. I can hear the low hum of conversation bubble up from the railway carriage, territories mapped and marked by baggage and aggression or the lack thereof. For some commuters, it appears like their personal locker-room; alpha males and females with large and often ostentatious rafts of luggage taking up vast space as empire builders on a micro scale. I smiled...  Read More