Song of the Paddle

A morning spent rushing about shopping and the like before being summoned by Mr Instography to go for a paddle and a sing song at Ratho. It wasn't to be though - the canal was frozen so we moved on to Linlithgow Loch. And very fine it was too and we could crack through the ice at the edges and pretend to be out in the Northwest territories. And still have a pint afterwards in Platform 3.