Light on Portobello.

The car needs its M.O.T. and annual servicing and we know that there are lots of things wrong, so it’s going to be expensive. We did briefly discus the idea of selling it and getting a trailer for one of my bikes so that I could the weekly shop with it, but felt that that was a bit extreme at the moment. Anyway, the car was booked in at the Vital Spark’s at Seafield  and, after delivering it,  I walked the few miles to Leith to catch the bus home. I took a few diversions on the way, and became both drenched from the driving rain, and lost on a path that ran around the back of the sewage works. It didn’t smell at all there in spite of handling all of Mbra’s effluent, but the days are long gone since the stuff was just dumped in the Forth and drifted back and forth on the tide. Sorry, you weren’t eating your tea were you?
 
In spite of that, the area is a little sordid, everyone and his dog must go along there to dump their rubbish and, just out of shot (bottom right), amongst all the garbage dropped by the wind in the comparatively quite corner, is a tent with someone living in it. It’s pitched on the line of seaweed that marks the height of the spring tide which comes around every fortnight. If he sleeps on an air bed he could end up following the well charted course of the effluent of old. 
When I reclaim the car, the plan is to come here for the DerilictSunday challenge.
 
Thanks are due to MrsLinda for hosting the February MonoMonday challenges.