Wings

I trotted down the Water of Leith early on to get my hair cut, and all I got was a lousy picture of dead buddleia, grey sky and a soaring shite hawk. Not good.

Anyway, always good to get the locks shorn, in preparation for a big dinner Thursday evening. Afterwards I came back and had two good phone calls, and then spent the day doing various research related bits and pieces.

The evening was spent planning a holiday. I feel like I need one! No, seriously, it won't be until the end of July.