Fifteen months on

On 5 April 2020, I posted a photograph taken on Waverley Bridge, a version of which is now on our kitchen wall, framed. At the time what struck me was as much the absence of traffic (especially buses - both the airport ones and the city tour buses) as it was the presence of a single jogger in the middle of the road. Fifteen months on, you’d mainly be as safe as that jogger was back in the middle of Lockdown 1, although I see that no one had chosen to be on the road when I took the photograph. Waverley Bridge is now closed to through traffic, and beyond where those plants are, it is obviously heavily restricted, presumably to traffic allowed to go down into the station (which is very little these days, but would include bicycles). I was interested to take this new photograph and blip it for a compare and contrast experience.

An interesting part of a fun day. After doing a peloton test first thing, which was about 15% better than last week, demonstrating better management of the 20 minutes, not greater fitness, we booked tickets for the Karla Black  exhibition at the Fruitmarket, inspired by Munroist’s visit a few days ago. We found the exhibition visually, emotionally and intellectually stimulating. We also fed our faces, because we enjoyed an excellent posh cheese and ham toastie lunch in the Fruitmarket cafe afterwards, and then fed our feet by walking home, down Market Street, Calton Road, Easter Road and the wilds of Leith between Easter Road and Leith Walk, before finishing off coming back through Stead’s Place. Many parts of the city that Mr A hasn’t actually seen for ages, so he had plenty of street art to photograph.

I’ve just finished off this part of the day by fetching us fish and chips from Newhaven. I gather there is a football match on later. Perhaps I might watch it.