Friday 10 February 2012
Wild Hut 4
Earlier that day, I noticed a giant rat on the way home from work. I stopped to watch the bloated rodent for a while squatting on the pavement blinking at me, possibly suffering the ill-effects of a belly full of poison. Now with the power of hindsight, staring at a large dying rat for 5 mins before sleeping rough on the banks of the River Clyde did nothing for my mental stability. Luckily, the winter landscape seemed empty as ever, other than a fox which made an appearance from time to time.