wet as an otter's pocket

I thought it was wet in Winchester, but Edinburgh was wetter! By 5pm, the rain was pouring down Princes Street and up to my ankles. I took refuge in Waterstones and tried not to drip over the books. Why is that whenever I visit Luke, we end up so damp? No wonder he is dreaming of living in a warm and sunny city!

Despite the rain, it was lovely to see him. We had lunch at Seeds For The Soul and then took refuge in this wee coffee shop on Castle Street. I'm on the train back to Lockerbie now, gently steaming, looking forward to a warm fire and a cup of tea with D when I get home :-)