Al fresco

Coughing when I woke up (probably due to getting wet and cold yesterday), so decided to send apologies to allotment site meeting which would have meant more hanging about in the rain.

Went briefly round the block and, what a surprise, nobody seemed to be using the sit-oot-erie section at Toast. The Water of Leith was the colour and opacity of cafe au lait. At least I saw the family swan (two adults, three teenagers), poking about in the doubtless delicious mud.