Miaow.

I ventured out today to go to the Fleamarket in the Grassmarket. Town was much too crazy for me after my self-imposed exile this week though. Hibernation has left me easily spooked and somewhat territorial of my personal space. I tried to have a good rummage around the stalls but the crowds got the better of me and I beat a hasty retreat back to my nice quiet little flat.
But not before I managed to bag a couple of plates and an old tin box. Well...it had pansies on it and a key and was only £4, who could resist?! ;)