Sun on Chessel's Court

And did not the sun shine out of a blue sky this morning bringing warmth to bestow on the shoulders of lightly clad new students who surely must have thought that Scottish weather is not as bad as they had been told.

Foolish things, this is but a rogue week, and next week could bring with it an arctic chill, when the woollens their mothers told them to pack will be gratefully pulled on.

The ever present tourists were thronging down the Royal Mile, relishing weather they never expected. Having rubbed the nose of Greyfriars' Bobby in GeorgeIV Bridge and wishing a wish, they were now intent on doing the same to the toe of David Hume outside the High Court, while all the time kilted pipers at every corner belted out tunes on the bagpipes and the local dossers sat on the pavement with their dogs and near empty bunnets in front of them.

Of all the closes down the Royal Mile, Chessel's Court is one of my favourites and has appeared on these pages before.