Bay

We spent some time and a lot of energy pruning the bay tree, which somehow got away from us over the last few years (there's an upper height limit for trees on the allotment). The blip shows the last big upright before we felled it - hoping it survives and re-invents itself as a sort of bush!

In the evening went round to Tapa where Mel generously bought us a meal - a sort of birthday gift to me. Good food and wine, and excellent blether.

The extra is a sad little display of flowers and messages outside a stair door in Tolbooth Wynd - someone called Wayne, aka Monkfish, will evidently be much missed.