Going, going...

And basically gone by the time I got home this evening. Only the top of the walnut whip is still visible. Just. And some bits and pieces down the side. After 18 years viewing the castle, the St James Centre and the Pentland Hills behind, just like that they are gone.

It may be one reason - but definitely not the only one - why I feel a bit "flat" this evening.

It was a glorious day for the most part, until a haar came in this evening. I was at meetings, and so the only bit I enjoyed was a slightly circuitous route home on the bike when I was released slightly early from a meeting. They were sitting out in their hundreds in the Grassmarket and there were a lot of people around in Holyrood Park.