Hairy?

After a good sleep and a leisurely breakfast I took Robb up to the station, via the extremely useful Calton Road entrance, which is unmobbed by the festival hordes. I then went to the allotment to try out the new battery-powered hedge trimmer that we got amongst the B & Q bargains on Sunday. It works a treat, but couldn't do much due to the rain starting. On my way out I noticed that an opportunistic wee plant had taken advantage of a small hole in one of Eric's compost bags. I seem to think it's called hairy bittercress, although I couldn't see any hairs...

Later on we went across the Links for cake and fizz to celebrate Fergus's 21st birthday. I ate a piece of Marjorie's famous tablet, which was probably equivalent to a year's sugar intake.