There was a swift bike ride out to Musselburgh to watch Alex play football (4-4 in a bizarre game that both teams utterly dominated the other for 10 minute spells before the roles would be reversed for the next ten minutes)

En route, the day's trolley find presented itself. It's a bit like the Sunday afternoon charity shop doorway, where someon's dropped off some stuff for when the staff show up on Minday morning. I have no doubt the trolley will be assimilated into the scarp yard by now.