When I mentioned to a neighbour that I have a blog where I occasionally post snaps from around Annandale, she said she had an idea for me: ‘If archaeologists are sifting through the ruins of Annandale one day, they might think we worshipped lions. You should photograph some of them and make a joke about pride.’
So here they are, all within a hundred metres of each other, though they’re not a pride because, oddly enough, they’re all male.
Me fail? I fly! 