Depending on the weather and how much time you have, I like to take the train across the Firth to Kinghorn, and hike the coastal path to the remains of the 15th century Seafield Tower, or in the other direction to the Alexander III monument, built at the spot where he met his end.

Whoa - eerily great shot!

He’s a retired sled dog- probably a husky mix.

More bollards please!

Great colours!

Yup, at the small independent pharmacy that just opened near my place.

And if the billionaires do end up fleeing - who cares?

Great shot!

Experts in lip-reading have examined the statue and most are in agreement that it is muttering "Oliver Bloody Cromwell" under its breath.

The King protested, "Cromwell? Never mind, I'll just pose like this." And thus, he was immortalized as a slightly hungover Roman Senator rather than a modern (for 1685, anyway) king.

Returning from an all-night toga party, he was reminded that he had a session with the sculptor that morning. He tried to reschedule to give him time to change, but the Lord High Scheduling Guy said, "Fine, I think we have an old statue of Oliver Cromwell lying around that we can use instead."