Not a lot to report today - a young cormorant drying his wings in the middle of the Water of Leith this morning, a life-enhancing day at the office as always and a family of diving ducks on the WoL on the way home who were very good to watch but quite un-blippable. Oh, and something quite unpleasant on a wall in Broad Wynd, but I chose not to take a photo.

So in the end all I found was what came in the post today; a new vinyl offering from Robb Johnson, always welcome but particularly in these interesting times in which we live. This one's called Man walks into a pub. Robb used to be one of the most prolific songwriters I knew back in the Wasted Thatcher years. I sense he may be getting back up to speed..... :-)