Final work day of the year; and a working Friday too. There's not been many of them in the last 10 years. But as a means to end.. I get a full 9 days off work for the loss of one day's holiday so a worthwhile trade off. Especially as the stand in manager came up early on and said she'd be letting people away at lunchtine. I did not need bidden twice, I rounded up the loose ends and shut down at midday on the dot.

And out into the day; a brief meander up the Royal Mile when she duly appeared and off we cycled; the snow by now having largely abated and the thaw set in properly. We did a little shopping, swung past mine to pick up essential supplies and eventually wound up back at hers. 

A pleasant enough evening in peace before I exited as her lass came home and a sadly familiar path was then trod...

I made it home; soaked in the rain and eventually fell into a deep sleep. On holiday...!

A quick snap as the Granton royalty stepped out before breakfast for a morning constitutional. No swans were harmed in the making of this blip.