Bird life on the Water

Up at stupid o'clock in order for Mr H to get an early train to Glasgow, archaeology being regardless of Jubilee holidays. I had a zillion chores to do but only got about three of them done as some friends called at lunchtime to say they were in the Vaults and would I like to join them? Do bears shit in the woods? On my way back I spotted the cormorant drying himself in the middle of the river. I see that those stupid moorhens have made a nest in the old christmas tree on the right - the last time they did that it all ended very badly, I'm afraid.

Then later on I went out to the airport to meet the old sea-cat who's on his way back from Orkney to Brussels. Once we got back to Leith past all the road works we had quiet evening in with some food and drink and a good blether.