Rubble

Work continues up the road - we called in a couple of times: once on the way to the fishmongers, and once on the way back. She’s fit to drop, is that girl. 
And it was a gorgeous warm day. So lovely I trimmed the laurel. An absurd amount of cut foliage was generated from quite a small bush. That was my day. 
Meanwhile in town Her Maj was processing up the Mile. It looked very busy indeed, as could be predicted. And Edinburgh was looking very fine. Glad they’d managed to finally empty the bins and get the streets swept.