A slow / gentle start to the day; before gettng on the bike and going into town to meet Baz at the Scottish Parliament to attend the Dump Trump march; before I met Baz who should I bump into but Pensioner and the SK that is Dwalleta. Baz duly joined us and after admirning the many messages to Donaldo, we strolled up around town to the Meadows in the sunshine. Whilst on the North Bridge you could see people up beyond the Festival Theatre on the South Bridge, and behind there were people still snaking up Regent Road - you knew there were a lot of people out for this one. 
My one comment is stolen from someone who stole it from someone else when thinking about what to put on a placard - Trump - where do you start??!??  

As we strode into the Meadows, she announced she had finished work so Baz sped off to rescue the dug from home; Pensioner & Dwalletta got lost in the crowd and I went off with her to Porty beach with a rug and some sunscreen to seek a few hours of peace. 

We came back around 6; and a gentle evening in was had before I cycled down the hill at dusk.