Midsommer

Her Auntie J’s 96th birthday. Of course the aunt hates such things and declares once again that this will be her last. On this occasion we organise the visit to coincide with that of her son and wife who are always a good chat.
Much later on this summer solstice (the beach was hoaching) and we took an evening stroll to confirm whether sunset on this, the longest day, exactly aligns with the outer part of the eastern breakwater. I do believe it does. Druidism lives on in Granton.