Nostalgia

When I was but a slip of a lass, just 14, I was a big fan of the singer songwriter, Dean Friedman. 40 years on I finally got to see him live, playing at the festival fringe. Cheesy but enjoyable.
On the way back to the station, through Princes Street Gardens something ran out in front of me. Thought it was a speedy rabbit, was actually a large brown rat!