The Seat

The seat of power. And sometimes just a bit seat of the pants too as we head into 2013. No more politics, honest. Apparently by far the most important work of architecture in Scotland between the wars. I certainly prefer it to that bauchle of concrete at the foot of the Canongate.
A very reasonable lunch indeed in a wee place fronting over to it, y'see. And a good wander about the place after I awoke with a banging napper. Nothing to do with drink. Nothing. Everything to do with a blocked sinus, I suspect. And now it's fine so I'm all ready for Friday night fun. That'll be another episode of the Killing, then.