and about

I don't wave flags myself, not being comfortable with what many of them have been waved over, but this one was being poked out enticingly. Out of sight around the corner was a photographer, presumably ordering the lady and gentleman carrying a union flag and Saltire respectively to walk backwards and forwards a short distance in front of him so that he could get them in the foreground and the castle, parliament or city in general behind them. I was observing from the path around the park, with Amos observing over my shoulder from the macpacbackpack. There wasn't much to observe in the temporary media encampment outside the parliament but there were various windows, polling stations and occasional people toting huge clumps of balloons around the various bits of the city we trundled through. We'd popped to vote straight after dropping off Edgar at nursery, just in case it got busy later on. It wasn't heaving, but there was a regular trickle of people. I might pop out for a wee look now, twenty minutes before the polls close.