Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday, the first day of official summertime but heralded by grey skies with only an glint of sunshine, and a biting coldness.

Still, nothing interferes with Sunday toast at Loudon's, which was suitably adorned with chocolate rabbits and mini Easter eggs. I'm not sure where the bunny connection with Easter comes from, and I am pretty sure that most of today's youngsters have a very hazy idea, if one at all, of the significance of the eggs now that Christianity plays less and less at centre stage. I would hope there are still families rolling eggs down hills in the suburbs and being told the significance of their actions.

It was so hard to return yesterday from sunny Sandend down the East coast through the rain and gloom to a seething Edinburgh. Neither His Lordship nor I have ever seen so much humanity thronging the city centre. It was enough to make us want to retrace our steps back to the tranquility of the Moray Coast.
In comparison it was a very quiet walk to breakfast this morning: it seems as though people have not quite come to terms with the advanced hour.