Deceptive

However enticing this scene appears outside the Beach House café in Portobello this morning, the wind was straight off the ice fields to the north. This meant that our meet up with the blippers of late, JoppaStrand and Tiggy, took place inside, where we could look out on a scene that might have been a summer’s one if only the temperature had been 20° warmer.

It is always entertaining to meet up with these two ex blippers.. They have so many irons in the fire and His Lordship and I are always interested to hear about the travelling and the ‘fiddling’ and singing.
Our conversation ranged over many topics from being stuck in snowdrifts to tents and campsites and covering everything else in between.

Although Porty is is only about 4 miles away as the crow or bicycle flies from the Dower House, the bus home seemed to take forever. I think the no 26 stopped at every bus stop and every set of lights as it crawled homewards to Princes Street. Our door to door #45 is slightly quicker but less frequent. Nevertheless it can be therapeutic just sitting in the sun on the top deck of a bus if you can get into ‘the Zone’.........if!