Seafield Prom

It's been a couple of weeks since the Ciglettes were pressed into action; I'm contractually obliged to include them at least twice every month. With a trip 'overseas' coming up later on in the month, I figured I'd better make hay whilst the sun shone rain stayed off.

There was a certain danger playing one touch with the tide right up and no wall behind us; if we missed the ball, it was lost forever into the sea. The keen sighted will also notice the dog poo in front of the Cigs; and there was a discarded vodka bottle (artist's own) against the bottom of the wall.

So it was going so well on the timer until Tom hit the bottle, shattered it, sent the ball off in completely the wrong direction, narrowly missed the poo and totally wrong footed us as the ball went off towards the sea.

A knight in shining armour appeared; a young lad on a bike sped along, outstretched a foot without slowing down, shouted "one - two" and knocked the ball back to us.

Home for burgers after that.

Yellow paint; no infill, done on the last couple of weeks, I guess.(There's a more normal piece further up towards Leith in yellow and other colours; coming soon to a blip journal near you)