The Beautiful Game

And there amongst the shit - the dirty linen,
The holy Coca-Cola tins - the punctured footballs,
The ragged dolls - the rusting bicycles,
We'll sit and probably hold hands.


Took a stroll down Granton beach this morning. When we were kids, we used to come down here with our parents and paddle in the water, dodging the detritus on the beach.

It was handy for your dad because he could sneak away to the Wardie Hotel or The Tap for a sly pint.

Ah...the working class at play...Martin Parr would have had a field day !

Not changed much. Only now the beer cans on the strand are Lech, in our day it was Skol