White Horse Close

After yesterday’s glorious weather, today was dull as the wind had turned slightly easterly and the cloud had come in off the North Sea. It was cool and I waited in until late afternoon in the hope the sun would make an appearance; it didn’t. I went around the old town and rediscovered White Horse Close, an unexpected oasis of calm off the bottom of the Royal Mile.
 
Best on black.
 
Today’s entry on the Abstract Fiesta journal is of a leaf.