Moonshine

The moon hangs over the final stretch of the Water of Leith and a couple of buses heading along The Shore. We’re on our way home from a favourite haunt, Tapa, a tapas restaurant tucked away up a side street on the left of the bus-lights. The first time we went there, I had to phone them from that corner to find out where they were, and tonight, even on a Wednesday, it was quite loudly jolly by the time we were leaving.

“Home”, I said - our Edinburgh temporary home. It was bad enough getting here this morning through the torrential rain - to say nothing of the lumpy Firth!