Forbidding

I went up town on a no 35 to go to an Ashtanga session in Heriot's swanky new sports centre. There was still a residual twingeing that meant some asanas were not fully "available" to me, as our teacher delicately puts it. Nice to see some old chums there, though.

I then walked along to Castle Terrace to have a nose around in the Farmers Market, but it seemed a bit depleted, probably in post-holiday mode. By the time I got home Mr H had left for the fitba', which turned out to be a very exciting match according to Open All Mics. It ended up a 2-2 draw though, so there'll have to be a return match.

Edinburgh Castle still takes me by surprise occasionally, when I see it from a new angle. It looks very forbidding.