Fenced Off

I left my house early in the afternoon because a lady wished to see my flat with a view to renting it. Therefore, I thought it best to be absent from the proceedings and made my way to the Royal Ettrick Hotel for a pint and to twiddle my thumbs and my iPhone until the visit was over. On the way to the Ettrick, I walked past a club I belonged to until last March: the Merchiston Tennis and Bowling Club. The bowling green was crystal white and the tennis courts were dressed in a sparkling design which may look good, but is not practical.

This is the ornate fence which accessorises both.