An early start to facilitate the arrival of the hound and its keeper for the day. 

I met them at the bus stop (ish) and took the pup for a tour of the waste ground whilst She headed in to set up for work.

Team meeting at 10 (90 minutes of time I  could have been doing something productive; especially listening to the list of things we need to complete by the end of March.) Yip, suitably motivated by the team building exercise we headed out to get something for lunch.

Wane sunshine but pleasant enough. Loki loves the Granton Community Forest*, though.

And yet another walk around the harbour,  ignoring the fence that had appeared between our walk first thing and lunchtime. If Cigs taught me anything, its that fences are there to be breached. 

Breaching done, the hound slept, we worked (some of us more than others; some were fielding phone calls ahead of tomorrow's school meeting about Her lass's continuation (or not) at school.

She got a bus, I cycled up town; She took the lass and the hound for yet more walks; I stood guard for Paul for his stall take down.

Salmon pasta was much needed,  unlike Dunfermline v Plastic Whistle.  A decent game, but ultimately not satisfying as both teams couldn't lose.


*the disused ground behind Lidl