To Leith!

Feeling that we only had somewhat limited resources today, I went up to the Farmers Market whilst Mr H went up to the allotment to feed the doubtlessly ravenous spudgers and bluetits. The market seemed very quiet so I wheeched through it very quickly, meeting Bignoniodes on my way out. It was nice to be able to have a quick catch up re the clingy dog and the fancy man in Wales.

I thought I'd go upstairs on the bus home in hopes of a blip - I got a blurry shot of some Italian rugby fans, tried and failed to get a shot of some of the extremely bad kilts that were on display, and also just missed the band, but luckily Lady Findhorn had passed them at a more sedate pace.

On the top of the bus shelter outside John Lewis I noticed a pink high-heeled shoe. Wonder how it got there - and where the other one is. I wouldn't fancy walking in a pair of these, let alone with only one of them on. Hope it was a good night out.