Water Of Leith path, Murrayfield

Such is my devotion to duty, that even on a day that I drove 260 miles, climbed 4 munros as part of an 11 hour walk, I still managed to time to sneak in a Cigs.

I spotted this last week, so knew where to go / how to shoot it. Black paint, no date on concrete bridge corner. With Keft this time.

I eventually got home around 1030 to find out any chance I had of getting Cigs to speak had been well and truly fucked by a lazy journalist making a story out of a non story.