City sleep over

To Aberdeen the granite city. Over seven hours watching the sun rise over the eastern coastline, my city wanderings in the bitter winds were far from picturesque. The icey air bit my fingers, carried me to the harbour and catapulted me a board the good ship Hjaltland. Grey days, slipping in and out of sleep, the kindness of strangers and a hotel room upgrade soothed me for an expectedly  choppy Sunday sea crossing.