Union Canal Towpath, Polwarth

Whilst waiting for my 0945 to show (she sent me an e mail yesterday confirming the appointment; it had a photo of her in the signature bit. Not sure that's the way to go. In any case, I barely recognised her, so....)

Anyhow, I was early; not a good thing in the gloom that was Wednesday morning. And a hanging wetness with it; having cycled home down the cycle path last night and got soaked, it wissnae much fun cycling back along this morning and - whilst not soaked, I did certainly get a little soggy around the edges.

But it gave me the chance to sneak around the corner from Murdoch Terrace and grab this before having to be all professional and business-like. (I know, what are the chances..?)

Blip done, work beckoned. But I was rewarded with the sneakiest 2nd bedroom I'd ever come across; the door way looks nowt more than a cupboard and at the back of the cupboard is a tiny wood panelled spiral staircase that's more like a secret passage that takes you into the attic conversion.

But sadly lacking in Cigs for all its charm.