RJ Brudenell (azoth) wrote,
RJ Brudenell
azoth

On Top of Old Smokey

For some inexplicable reason I found myself on the roof of our house today. Being some twenty something feet from the ground didn't seem to bother me all that much either. Which is perplexing for someone who's suffered from extreme vertigo all of their life.

Anyways, to help take my mind off it, I took some photos:


To give you a sense of the height.



Mother, in sensible shoes.


The most expensive aerial in the world


Roof slime! The reason we were up there.


Exciting, huh? To be honest, the view was actually pretty good. If you like seeing through other peoples' windows that is.

We also spotted Black Cat doing stretches in the neighbour's yard. He was more than a little confused when he caught us spying on him.

Quite an odd sort of way to spend an afternoon, really. Although it was interesting all the same. After all, I've never been on the roof before.
Tags: high, photo, roof
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