Mountain Sickness with Ice Cream

It was raining. The Met Office weather app wasn't pleasant reading with precipitation percentages suggesting nothing pleasant. The good news was we were both on a day off and although a bike ride was off the cards, rolling over and going back to sleep lost any guilt factor.
 
After breakfast, we headed to Ainslie Park for a swim, in what felt like toffee. I didn't look at the clock apart from to see when it was getting out time. Rosemary swam like a fish as normal.
 
Lunch was in Peter's Yard in Stockbridge. We were chilling eating a butterbean salad and rather fine Swedish sandwiches when Rosemary told me than her race in Switzerland was at around 2500m and she asked "how will the altitude affect me?" My face, raised eyebrows and a high-pitched voice saying "2500 metres!!!" elicited the face shown in this Blip. I know a bit more than average on the subject but I knew Ross Tucker had written a blog on the subject so passed that over to her to read.
 
All was well after some amazing ice-cream. The plan was to go up to the Gallery of Modern Art, but we had the travel agent to go to first. Rosemary was hoping they could come up with an itinerary for her an Izzy's trip to Switzerland without the faff of online booking. Unfortunately, there were people in who looked as if they could be some time. We wandered round the Stockbridge charity shops instead.
 

There were a few photography books I fancied, one by Santiago Salgado, who's exhibition I had seen in Dublin a few years back. The book was a bargain but still a little much for an impulse buy. Talking of impulse buys, Rosemary got me a very nice tie with zebras on it…..whilst sounding naff and not at all my thing, it was very stylish and subtle. I returned the favour and bought her a book in Italian.