Walks and wet feet.

Lovely Christina my landlady is staying.
We went to see Judge for Yourself at the Botanics. It was shut. We contemplated which wall to try jump over and decided to retire to a cafe to contemplate this decision a wee bit more thoroughly. A wee coffee..which turned into a wee snack...which turned into a massive lunch..mmmmm.
Crossed paths with many colleagues out too, and a heron trying to thaw out in the meagre glimpses of sun by the water of leith.
After meandering home enjoying the winter skies angel Christina cooked the most divine a roast dinner as I seemed to have come to a complete standstill after the exhibition and bazaar.