Another Thursday

The usual routine. Up early, drive the 50 miles to Edinburgh, dump the car, get the bus to singing, have hasty lunch, off to patchwork class, bus into town, quick browse of shops to get birthday present for youngest grand-daughter, bus to retrieve car, drive 50 miles home.  

I didn't get the camera out till I was waiting for the bus in the gloaming,  in the rain, and laden with the shopping and the sewing.  

These lampposts outside the Royal Scottish Academy, just beside the bus stop at the bottom of the Mound, have featured in my journal before. I spend quite a lot of time at that bus stop.