A Sunday Sunday

Clear blue sky, cold.

Breakfast, washing washed and hung outside.

Drive into town, park and walk through the Grassmarket to Caffe Nero for a long read of the Sundays. (That's one in the eye for them that thinks my life revolves around Costa, ha ha).

Drift down the High Street for a few more photos then back to the car and drive to Luca for brunch.

Life on the edge; it's not for everybody.