Au revoir.

Him indoors managed to get a ticket to see Kraftwerk at the Tate. Unfortunately I didn't. It's a lads weekend, so I thought trailing along might cramp his style. So I did the decent thing & sent him off for a couple of days in London. Whilst I sit at home in front of the fire stuffing my face with chocolates & watching crime dramas on telly. It's a dirty job.

So early this morning I dropped him off at the train station in Edinburgh. I love train stations. Everything about them. Even when I am waving off a loved one. It was pretty deserted this morning, something I've never really seen at Waverley.

I had hoped to get a great photo of him getting on the train. But there are no bloomin' parking spaces at the station anymore. And I didn't want to risk a ticket or the wrath of the taxi drivers by parking on their rank.

So an empty track was all I was able to get. But it did allow me to check out the beautiful brick work & lovely new glass ceiling.