The night St. Andrews got creepy

On 25 March, something very strange happened in town. Yes, it has been foggy here in St. Andrews before, but nothing like this. The morning started out with really bad visibility - you could see maybe 100 yards (clearly) down the street, but at night it got REALLY sketchy. This was the first time since arriving in St. Andrews that I was afraid to walk home alone. Normally, I feel incredibly safe in town. Safe enough to walk back to hall by myself past midnight even. The CCTV is always on, and, as demonstrated by the last post, the police are always watching. But that evening, I couldn't see ten feet in front of me, and walking home from the library became 20 minutes of constantly jerking my neck around looking to see if anyone was coming up on me, whether it be a car when crossing the street, or a person who would be able to conceal themselves in the midst. Of course, this being me, I had my camera handy, and didn't miss the opportunity to take some cool photos. I'll just let the pictures do the talking this time




Looking out towards the North Sea.






You can barely make out the tower of St. Salvator's Chapel.


Starbucks looking sad and forlorn.