Walking the Bricks.

Roslin used to have its own brick factory, years ago I saw some of their produce, they had the name "Roslin" moulded into the frogs; these specimens bear the name "Hood," presumably it is that of the manufacturer. Google offers no enlightenment.

I'm guessing that some child, or it's parent, found these bricks lying around and built an obstacle course out of them; the temptation was too much for Mrs TD - Merlin looked on in contempt.
A few years ago somebody collected up the bricks lying around in the country park and made a henge out of them, it was very artistic; after a few days some vandal damaged it and I tried to effect a repair, my reconstruction was nowhere near as good as the original. If I can find a suitable picture I'll do a back blip.

Tomorrow, we travel down to Bridlington for a little holiday: herself to do a patchwork course, me for some cycling - it's doing these little things together that makes life pleasurable.
There's desperation creeping in on the packing front, the new car is not very cycle friendly so I have to go out to buy a bike carrier, Merlin has to be packed off to Mrs Merlin, we haven't started sorting things out to take with us, Mrs TD has an afternoon booked for working on "The Great Scottish Tapestry" and I have the reading group to attend.
It may be a few days before I can post this entry.