Abbey Mount

So G left her phone with me on Friday as she sped off to her drama group; by the time we realised, the boys were in pjs and ready for bed; and G had a Halloween party Saturday afternoon, so somewhere between shopping, Spartans and the reprise of the Crescent / black cat costume, the phone had to be returned.

Thankfully the lift out was put back a day, and the chink of light that was Spartans meant we dropped Tom rather unceremoniously and shot off into town to repatriate the phone ("Phone? It's an iPhone 5S...!!" Who knew?

Still, it meant we could be creative with our return and those of you with any sort of Edinburgh geography will know that a straight line between EH5 and EH3 does not go anywhere near EH7. So a slight detour in order to snaffle this run splattered tag on the blue and orange exterior of the Abbey Mount Meeting Centre.

With Cigs done, we then relaxed into sausage rolls, clothes shopping, lantern carving and choc gathering.

Extra is Gogs, Cigs uncle who tagged Leith in the early 70's....