Watching

You can tell just by looking at her that Queen Victoria would far rather be sitting with Daughter #1 and me in the window seats of Costa in Hanover Street than stuck up on a cold stone pedestal on the north elevation of the RSA Gallery in Princes Street watching us having breakfast. 
Our eerie is a wonderfully high vantage point for observing the behaviour of pedestrians and drivers crossing the road. We wonder at  the stupidity of the latter who try to beat the lights and then get caught in the Do Not Enter yellow box in the middle of the road behind a line of other traffic when the Green Man allows pedestrians to cross. The luckless driver then holds up all the Princes Street traffic until the queue of traffic in front of him/her clears. Then we see the foreign car driver who can’t read signs and turns left from Princes Street into Hanover street adding more confusion. It’s street theatre while you eat.

It’s turned out to be a lovely sunny day, a bit breezier and cooler than I might choose but very acceptable in light of the weather we’ve been having. The cricketers are out on the Meadows in their whites, the youths are kicking footballs and there are groups of people sitting on the grass. A fire engine has just passed along the path over the railings - either a bin has gone on fire with a discarded barbecue or it’s a precautionary run.  I’ll never know.