The heron was delicately picking around in the Water of Leith at low tide (with the occasional island behind him and the reflections of the trees in front of him. He seemed to catch a couple of small items while I was waiting for the bus, but was interrupted by a couple of swans passing at speed, one chasing the other. I was startled at the realisation that it's the last day of May and I've got a commitment to fulfill on June 1st - where did May go?

(The extra is for info: a couple of spare duvets masquerading as scatter cushions - see yesterday's blip!)