Doing Battle

This young woman advancing to her position (and lucky to escape the mortar fire) past the illustration of a mounted soldier in WW1 gracing the newly erected hoarding outside the National Library of Scotland has no immediate knowledge of WW2 far less WW1 but owes much to soldiers under the command of Earl Haig who gave their lives for our freedom.

It seems that much of the centre of Edinburgh is encased in steel or hidden behind hoarding as repairs and renovations take place, just as the visitor season gets under way.

I don't think for a moment it is a deliberate attempt to make the tourist areas of the Capital less attractive, but it certainly does just that.
At least the National Library, with its all encompassing blue hoarding, is making an attempt at minimalising the ugly scaffolding look.

With His Lordship off on his weekly jolly up the hills, I have the exclusive use of the cleaning materials in the house, and access to the space behind The Door.
It never fails to amaze me how dust and crumbs become invisible if one's glasses are safely ensconced in their case and not on one's face; or maybe it is just the man thing, where that part of the brain that deals with seeing household dirt is missing.

Either way, my glasses are on and I am a woman, aren't I the lucky one!

Off to do battle with the clart.