Saughton Rose Garden

It was warm and a little more unsettled today, but bright when we were in Saughton Rose Garden. We went on out to the Gyle, but there was a heavy shower shortly afterwards, so we sheltered under a tree until it started to leak and then made a dash for South Gyle railway station where we waited for 15 minutes until it eased off. Happily football took a wrong turn as it thought Italy was home.
 
Best on black.
 
Today’s entry on the Abstract Fiesta journal is the Water of Leith.