The High Kirk of Edinburgh

Only ventured out of my cosy howf after the good burghers of Edinburgh had scuttled home from work. A fine eat was followed by a wee malt at the Albannach (Cragganmore 17 year old, so it was) and by this time the High Street had got quite white.
Managed to get a bus but it came to a halt at Ardmillan and would go no further. Shanks pony got me the rest of the way.
Sailing news! I've signed up for the Dayskipper practical course in mid-September with Forthsail; I was a bit alarmed to read in the booking confirmation that we'd to meet at Thursday 16th at 19.00hrs.... and bring a sleeping bag. Yikes.

btw... much better big