Roseburn Street

And so you know your available Cigs list is short when you consult it in conjunction with your available sloes to pick map to coordinate the day's proceedings.

After suitably ripping the arse out of the extra hour in bed (try breakfast at 1), we shambled westward in search of blackthorn bearing fruit (which we did) Roseburn Street also bore fruit and of the three available, this one got the nod.
Next to the side gate to the bowling green, it's often the site of snoutcasts who have long since been banished from the green with their tobacco habits, so they lurk outside and puff away... But not in the depths of autumn. At this time of year, there's no bowling to get in the way of serious drinking.

The gruesome twosome again strike up a partnership for this one; Deli getting top billing here and a slightly spidery Cigs to accompany him - I think Cigs prefers more landscape canvases than portrait ones....

White paint blah blah.

Two bottle of sloe gin are now on the kitchen window sill, catching the sunlight nicely.