Union Canal, Ratho

And so nous avons les grand vacances. With sun and everything.

A low key day of preparation was planned, but as usual you get to 0930 and 2 boisterous boys need the sting taking out of them otherwise I'll spend all day clearing up after them, so we went off to speak to house boat occupants and seek Cigs by the Bridge Inn. I'd heard tell of them from a couple of sources including insto.

So we managed to avoid anyone falling into the canal, chatted with Pierre (who it turns out knows Andruska!! I shoulda known) and are now safely gathering towels and tins of tuna.

White pen on metal bench, dated 14. Fails by a small distance to be the furthest west recorded Cigs (S Queensferry just beats it)