NorthBridge and Calton Hill

You know it's uber wet when His Lordship and walking friends cancel their Wednesday walk in the Biggar hills.

Yet again the heavens decided to dump a large part of the water from this documented river of rain that apparently flows above us in the stratosphere on the Central Lowlands.
This is serious rain, the kind that has the pavements and roads turned into small rivers, and puddles in the gutters that the traffic can't avoid, resulting in small tsunamis drenching the unwary pedestrian.

And so it was nice on yet another dreich day that a frustrated fellow cyclist decided to invite three of us for a plate of soup and a blether.
Since this lady is one of the bakers in the club, the plate of soup was the least of the fare, and before we knew it, we were tucking into scones and cakes with a sloe liqueur on tap too.

It's still raining and the old stone buildings are black with damp.
The Dower House Internet seems to be on a go slow so I am sitting in the little bookshop which is cheery and welcoming to post this blip before paddling home through the puddles.

I do hope his Lordship has coped with a day of inactivity.