And onto the maiden voyage of the paddle board, under the watchful eye of Granton's premier seafaring resident. And ayephone. Who stuck up an extra of the boarder.

She arrived; got kitted out and off we sauntered with the board; inflated it; stuck the fins on and gently shoved Her off into the sea. (I had rolled up my trouser legs to show willing; but forgot the neoprene booties; feck, it were cold on the toes!)

She did a couple of laps on Her knees; came back into shore to stand up; fell off; went back out and a friendly swimmer held the board in deeper / flatter water and that was it! Like a duck to water. All that was left for me to do was take photos a plenty, and hope there was at least one comic mishap to capture for posterity; but none was forthcoming. A success, then.

Home, heat up, and a return to town to cook dinner; salmon and broccoli pasta. (I'll add extras in due course, of course)