Leafy lanes and stookies

My treat to myself today: after an afternoon meeting in the West End I walked back to Leith via the Water of Leith. I did it the same time last year and was toiling from hayfever. No such problems this time.

Highlights of the stroll was, as ever, Dean Village (in the blip), a dog in a stookie and a dad telling his son that you can generally tell how poisonous something is by what it tastes like. Yes, really.