An hour of IT related nonsense preceeded a wee wander about; oo'er hill and down dale. Well, more Pilton, Muirhouse and Stockbridge. Clocking up the ,miles, climbing up the stairs. Keeping fat fit, One cancelled so I had a rummage for a few things on Princes Street; and slowly rounded off the day with some New Town / Old Town stuff; a lunchtime wander with her and then finally Leith ish.

As luck would have it my final call of the day was but a short hop and skip from the door of one Pensioner so an impromptu meeting of the North Embra Poetic Society was had; tea and biscuits and some uplifting and thought provoking verse. No hot tub, though. He had a filum to watch, I had work to do.

And so to hers; a bed of mash with a salmon fillet. black pudding and a poached egg. One that will be on the menu again before too much longer, I suspect. 

A glass of wine too before the final sprint down the hill and home. 

Extra is me keeping my hand in