A pretty quiet day - as so often on a Sunday. I walked back from the supermarket, and picked up a blip of a relatively new piece of street art under one of the bridges over the paths near St Marks Park. Otherwise, my only pictures were of the decaying roses in some morning sunshine, but Mr A has already got there with that, so I'll leave it for now. I'll come back to them...

Otherwise just domestic stuff. Loads of laundry. Some reading (of an interesting book about the history of the ideas that inform modern Scottish nationalism). And a delicious fruity curry for dinner.