Light

Another day moiling away at the interface, interspersed only by conducting a surprisingly enjoyable telephone interview in the morning and nipping up to town in the afternoon in order to retrieve Robb's favourite guitar lead which he had left....somewhere, and Will had kept safe for him. It was very strange to go from a normal working day (well, normal for Leith) back into the mayhem of the festival, the Fringe and indeed the fringe of the Fringe. The gang were still there in the Tron, looking somewhat battle weary but still in good heart. Young Will had almost lost his voice through overuse. Still, it was nice to see him and indeed meet his dad, if somewhat briefly.

I thought I was going to have to post another blurry blip from inside the Tron until later on, when Mr H had gone across to Dunfermline and I'd stayed in with some songs to try out, that I noticed the light on this building on Bernard St. Hmm, the angle of the sun has changed noticeably. By the time I'd taken the photo, walked back to the table, and put the camera down, the light had completely gone, as if someone had turned off a switch.

Some blotches are due to the general filthiness of the window glass, but if you look large there is also a plane on the approach to Edinburgh airport.