Wee Snotty Neb

Up to meet the new man at Charlotte Square, and strolling back to the bus along Randolph Place, people were sitting out in the sunshine outside Le De-Vin, as in days of yore. And there was a table, unreserved, almost crying out for us to sit. So sit we did, and whistled up their famed “Planchette” of cheese and cured meats. And wine in a long stemmed glass for the first time since last autumn.
Onward! For the daughter is on holiday and I hadn’t seen the wee perambulator properly for weeks. So we huddled out the wind at the back of the breakwater. Not entirely as relaxing as it ought to have been, whipped by blown sand as the whole place was, but lovely to see them both.
And then, blimey, it’s Wednesday. Back to a place I hadn’t been for over 24 hours!