By Land and Sea

It was the kind of day which might be classed as inauspicious when I ventured forth in mist and rain to meet with fellow FPs in The Merchants Hall in the centre of town.
There is a certain masochism involved in meeting up again with contemporaries who were once young but who now fall into the classification of 'elderly'. Some have weathered the years better than others and very often it is only after being told the name is it possible to put a remembered younger face under the grey or white hair.

This blip is of the Merchants of Edinburgh coat of arms woven into the carpet of the entrance hall over which paraded all the wet feet this morning.
The doorman told me that the national animal of Scotland is the unicorn. You learn something new every day.