Beech trees.

I wanted to blip a hitchhiker I picked up today. A thistle head that velcroed itself to the toe of my trainer. The hitchhiker survived a walk across Arthur's Seat, a wander down Mussleburgh beach, a stroll down Portobello High Street and a bus ride home.

But the leaves are prettier, they are a nicer colour, and the light is just so.

The hitchhiker lost.

It is still summery, I wore a t-shirt in the sunshine all day, it was only on the beach that I found I needed an extra layer.

Does anyone else remember that the lump of chocolate in the middle of a Feast was bigger and more chocolatey?