Hands free

A bad night on the court where nothing went in - unless it was in the net - and most went out the back. The nice thing was that usually at this time of year I'm triple-layered up, along with a snood and a single glove. Not tonight; gloveless and uncomplaining about being frozen. Didn't improve the tennis, mind you.

After that it was home via the Grassmarket, which has managed a few more lights than most of the rest of the city.