Fairy

Once M had come round from the hotel we went for a little wander up town, leaving P in the bath (!). I took him into John Knox house, which is very ancient and interesting (even if there is some vagueness about when or whether he actually lived there). The rather fine room on the top floor has a painted ceiling; the colours are faded now, but were originally very bright. I didn't notice the date, but I can't think that this strange fairy creature would have met with JK's approval.

We had a bite to eat in the National Gallery cafe, then saw the floral clock under construction and witnessed the one o'clock gun. Phew, that's quite enough tourism for one day year, thanks.

(The extra was taken from the bus stop on the Shore - I hope that some siblings were still hatching out in the nest under the bridge.)