Lured by coffee

We’ve had a couple more 'training sessions' for new 'shut the door' trick. We start with him touching a post-it note with his nose. He gets a click each time he touches it, and a (tiny) bit of very tasty sausage. Pretty easy so far.

A visit to Uncle A was abandoned because he was out, so we went into town. I was lured by the delicious coffee we had on Saturday in the Grassmarket, and a nice shopfront I'd spotted. I also like to collect doggie walk round trips which include a dog friendly coffee stop.

There was a crowd of tourists to my left who waited for me to take the photo, though I signalled for them to pass by first. They were ooooh-ing and aaaah-ing at Archie while he posed. He carried on regardless, then trotted over to me when he was finished, to much acclaim.

Popped in for a coffee, and watched the young barista - this title is bandied about too easily - but he really WAS a barista. He weighed my coffee (to the nearest .02g!).

He was very excited to be going down to Glastonbury this week, and though the site is actually a lake at the moment, he's confident that the sun will come out by the weekend. It wouldn't be Glastonbury without mud.

The cafe visit coincided with a drizzle, but it was soon sunny again, and we continued past Maison de Moggie cafe, and this time Archie spotted a tabby lounging in the window looking at him, but just gave a wee timid growl.

JR took him up the Hill in the afternoon, while I watched 'The World's Fastest Indian' a rather endearing film about Burt Munro, a New Zealander who set an under-1,000cc world record in 1967. This record still stands. Munro was 68 and was riding a 47-year-old machine.

Total lack of cold calls on the new phone! Brilliant.