Rhubarb

There's a kind of pre-holiday-weekend feel about the place. No-one at work seems too animated and the streets are filling up nicely with tourist types.

Silverback and I were joined on our wander this lunchtime by young Craig, who'd travelled all the way in from Fife just to come on our walk. Very nice to meet you sir.

So we took him on our standard route, with a pause in Victoria Street so we could hang over the railings on the Terrace looking for shadowy shots.

The sun was only just breaking through the morning's haar and was still a little weak for the kind of shadows we're used to. I'll bet the rhubarb vodka is not as weak though.