The Big One

Summer arrived in Edinburgh today along with marches, graduations, weddings and tourists- tourists swarming like bees over central Edinburgh, making life difficult for us residents trying to go about our daily business.

They trooped behind guides with raised umbrellas congregating in swarms outside places like the Elephant House where they wrongly think JK Rowling wrote the first of the Harry Potter books, before clustering round Greyfriar's Bobby to rub his nose and wish a wish.

However by far the worst mass of people today was in the High Street where I spent some time this morning watching the parade of soldiers for National Armed Forces day, and then the bride and bridesmaids for Gillipaw's son's wedding pick their way extra carefully up the dodgy cobbles behind a piper to St Columba's Church on Johnston Terrace.
The cobbles are hard to walk on with flat shoes but with high heels it must be a nightmare hoping that the heel doesn't wedge itself into one of the gaps between the sets.

It was a relief to reach the haven of the Dower House and sit on the patio with a G&T.
It is a long time since it has been warm enough for that.

The blip is of the bandsman with the big one, and if you look carefully you may see the reflections of His Lordship and me in it.