Stout

Had a long sleep although probably not quite enough to make up for the severe deficit from the previous two nights. The sun was out but in a rather half-hearted sort of manner; I strolled along the Water of Leith to Mr A and Arclight's gaff to water the plants. I suppose it's spring - it wasn't actually cold, though I wouldn't go so far as to say it was warm. I did see a couple of large queen bumble bees busily searching the banks for a burrow, and noticed a rather stout woodpigeon on a rather small nest keeking down at me.