Old Haunts

After the umpteenth coughing fit in a meeting covering the launch of a new distillery, the relaunch of a financial services company and the ways to drum up interest in golf I excused myself and took a walk along the water of leith. It's been a while. Nobody there. And it's just fifteen minutes away from the Fringe throngs in the middle of town.

Suitably refreshed I headed back for a coffee and a gossip in the cafe and then it was time to prepare for steak night (Tuna steaks for me and Ruby).