Clockmill Lane

T -3 for those of you with a mathematical background.

A bit like the temperature. Although you'd never know it from the casually clad lads. So much running around, they were fairly steaming. (A not uncommon activity in Greater Leith on a Saturday lunchtime, I believe)

We'd been sent to secure tickets for the annual C******** gymnastics extravaganza later in the day where eldest Ciglettew was duly performing with her Thursday night chums; some death defying / no hands / no safety nets / hair raising stunts. So as she was warming up, we were chilling out, closing the net on this one which I have passed on many occasions, usually in the company of Baz en route to Arthur Seat of a summer's evening.

Black paint, no date. Faded. And an interrupted Hibs thing in garish yellow. But now just says a welcoming 'hi'...