Moving in

I had a busy day of recording demos, to be despatched 400 miles south via the interwebs - dear me, I'm very out of condition. Luckily I was saved from doing one track too many by a message from Shandonner, who was passing through Leith with a chum mid-afternoon and suggested a cuppa. We met in the Roseleaf, which seemed very busy for the time of day. Amongst other things we discussed voluntary severance, over-engineered systems, retirement, agile scrums, and the Fife coastal path.

Then on my way back over the water I saw that the swans were finally moving in to their old under the Bernard St bridge - seemed rather late to me, but on checking old blips I found that they are indeed creatures of habit.