Newbattle Terrace

In the line of duty, I trekked to darkest Morningside this..er..morning! I had been summoned by an elected representative to attend a meeting with one of his voters constituents and explain myself (or in the case the actions of my colleagues)

So from Muirhouse to Morningside via Marchmont. Not a bad morning. Made even better by this complete surprise find. As I got to the Ainsley Park Ainsley Harriet Astley Ainslie Hospital, whilst trying to avoid being run over by Neil Williams Haulage, I spotted this sneaky wee Cigs on a post dead letter box thingy.

White on red; no date.

The day went from bad to better; a hatful of Cigs tags followed and brief respite from listening to people's tales of woe when I escorted blip royalty around Hidden Doors, before resuming my travels into darkest (darkest? wettest!!) Leith.