Ménage à trois

The B&B is full of quirky knick-knacks and scenarios. We returned to the room last night to find that our landlord had left me chocolates with a bottle of tomato sauce (I had mentioned that I do like tomato or brown sauce with most things).

We had a lovely day, which started with breakfast in a cafe with Fred's dad. We then walked to Portobello from Leith, which had the potential to be a lovely stroll along the seafront, but in reality it was industrial and not that appealing. The promenade at Portobello was fab. We have a couple of friends there and we met up with them for a chat and a walk up Arthur's Seat with their fabulous wolfhound. I performed a comedy fall on the way back down and ended up with a muddy bum, a bruised wrist and a knackered camera. (The camera was fixed for a sum within a few weeks.)