Bridging the Gap

Even my third leg, aka my walking pole with the spikey end didn't prevent my landing bottoms up on an unsalted ,ungritted ice rink of a side road this morning on my way with his Lordship to the the new Gym at the insanely early hour of 7am.
I can hear the guffaws as the cynical among you say that I deserve it if I venture forth at that hour in the morning. I am inclined to agree, but as the New Gym at Quartermile finally opened last night, we were anxious to test it's equipment.
Needless to say there were only two other insomniacs there and so we had the vast place to ourselves. As a first try out, it would seem to be excellent value for the £12:99 monthly fee. Admittedly there are no frills such as paper towels and disinfectant spray to wipe down any sweaty handrails, but the machines are many, modern and uncomplicated. The only snag is that you have to remember an 8 digit pin number to get inside the building and then gain entry to the locker rooms, and a further 3 digit padlock number to lock the said lockers. I f you can manage that, and maybe a tattoo on the inside of your arm with the number would be the answer, then bob's your uncle, as they say.

After another scary skate home, I slid forth into the frenzy of another sales morning in town in order to try and find a matching ball of wool for the cardigan I'm knitting for a grandchild. I was out of luck, so I'm beginning to think that the said cardigan will end up with one long sleeve and one short one, setting a new fashion statement. Either that or Nina will have to keep one arm close to her chest inside the rest of the garment!

I eschewed any further retail therapy ( I'm really saving serious money here!) and after taking some blips in a Siberian type wind in a freezing Princes Street, I headed home via the giant council ice rink which doubles as our local residential area.

My blip is the very blippable bridge over Leith Walk connecting the St James Centre to the adjacent car park. I've blipped it before, but it was looking rathe nice this morning with the remains of frost and ice on the perspex roof.