Fringe

I went up to the farmer's market for a few supplies, whilst Mr H went on a journey to Forar for the fitba'. (Forfar is allegedly famous for its bridies, but I'll leave him to tell you about them.) Then I came home and toiled through the previous year's accounts for my self-employment - oh, how dreary! I'd rather have been in Forfar watching the Pars get beat.....no, really. It took hours, plus a pot of strong coffee and two whole treble chocolate cookies from S'bury's.

Then I went up to meet Mr H at the Beard and Cardigan, where we also bumped into Blair - hadn't seen him for ages. We had some beer and a good blether and then walked home.

The photo was taken from the top of the no 22 bus while it was waiting at a red light by Waverley Steps.