Free sausage!

I went down to Gateshead for the day; the weather all very grey with occasional short blizzards and my only photo a very poor shot of Slag Alice.

Another small blizzard occurred when I got back to Edinburgh (a snowflake directly into the eyeball, which stung momentarily - I suppose they are spiky in construction) but things improved when I got back to Leith. I greeted Trev who was scurrying across the car park, although I didn't think to blip him, and then got in to find Mr H preparing a delicious carnivorous feast for dinner.
He'd had a terrible morning grappling with the useless council and clearing mingin' rubbish out of the bin shutes, so was charmed when the butcher in Crombies gave him a couple of free piquant sausages to go with the steaks. (You really couldn't make this up).

Delicious, by the way.