Stan

After a slow start and some musical chat we walked along the Water of Leith (lots of herons but no sign of the promised kingfishers!) to Stockbridge and wandered round the Sunday market, where we found Listy had a stall selling her funky hats. Stan startled me somewhat by tapping me on the shoulder and confronting me with this sight when I turned round (I consider this hat to be on the unsettling side of funky)!

We had a spot of lunch and then put Shelagh on the bus heading Lanark-wards. Home for a quiet evening in.