Sitting; watching; thinking

5am....

5am it was this morning when Finlay decided he'd slept for long enough (he doesn't yet grasp the concept of the weekend lie in). His energy also belied the untimely time, as he bounced about the house like a puppy on springs. Good job we had planned a morning of soft play which that meant he could run off his hyper mood. It worked too.

By lunchtime he was struggling to keep his face out of plate, so he was asleep before we made it half way home. While he and his mummy slept I went for a wander up Craighouse / Merchants. I?d taken quite a few shots of the vista looking out over Murrayfield when I came across this contemplative soul. Think I need some quiet time too.

Edit: Changed the crop based on comments.