What? No Bikinis?

I'm sure there would have been more of an audience had this beach volley ball been an all girl affair in a suitably warm location requiring fewer clothes, rather than on Portobello beach in February. Still it was warm in the sun, but not that warm for His Lordship who is still not his brightened bushy tailed self.

It was a quick there and back to Porty this morning for .... yes a scone and a visit to the little art gallery on the High Street. The latter was unfortunately closed, but the scones slipped down easily in the café before it got uncomfortably busy.

My visiting granddaughter this afternoon is as yet unaware that that she has 4000 steps to walk before she gets fed.
I hope the sunshine continues.