Casting nasturtiums.

Work was busy, but nothing fell over and I finally got rid of that crappy query that has been hanging around since early June.

Sat in the sunshine at lunch, the Water of Leith is getting lower every day. I would not blame the heron if he wandered off to find a deeper pool to fish in. We need a good rain shower, preferably between midnight and three in the morning. Never works that way though.

These tendrils have escaped over the wall from the tended garden on the other side. I liked the contrast of bright colour and rough texture.