In the pubic eye

Ooh, what a lovely day. Unfortunately I missed out on a lot of the sunshine as I was doing a spot of voluntary business this afternoon, at a centre which helps young people. I must've walked past this sign by the doorway hundreds of times.

The haar descended later on when I popped down to Princes St to meet a couple of pals and the chilliness reminded me that it is still only April and it is Scotland. Mind you, that didn't seem to affect many young twenty somethings, who seemed to have adopted a Newcastlesque style of dressing for an evening out. More goose flesh than the Christmas section in Marks and Sparks foodhall.