Lights

"Knowing that I will never belong to Edinburgh may be what keeps me here" happened to be the only bit of the script that I managed to get even approximately in focus. It seems to be some sort of light show left over from "Edinburgh's Hogmanay", being projected across the WoL onto the side of the Custom House.

Mr H went across to the fitba'. A depressing 2-2 draw apparently. We met up in the Carrier's Quarters afterwards for a cheering pint.