The Postern Gate

My parents had Through The Postern Gate by Florence Barclayon on their bookshelf and, though I never read it, I often remember that title.

Today we resumed our abandoned walk by the Water Of Leith (starting where we left off last time), where this gate caught my eye, suitably mysterious with its half-shaded covering of ivy, giving directly onto the river (location is approximate, it might be next door). This time we managed to get as far as Great Junction Street.