Water's Off...

...at 5.47pm, sharp!

Being Tuesday, I was hanging around East Linton while the Euphling had his piano lesson.

I was just warming to the task of photographing the extraordinary piece of gold-painted wrought iron in full flow when off it went.

Actually, it is only marginally less tasteless (?) with the water, but is an extraordiary gift from an ex-patriot, John Drysdale Esq, of Buenos Ayres (sic) in 1882.

Really big cherubs.

Describing the fountain as extraordinary is, as far as I know, my first euphemism, a terrible oversight considering my blipname!