Trailblazer

It seemed a lucky omen to see a faint saltire hovering over the  stands newly erected on the castle esplanade for the forthcoming Military Tattoo while I waited at a bus stop after my Saturday shop in Princes Street. The only way to do anything in the city centre and avoid the crowds is to arrive at 9am and leave by 10am.

As I paused for a coffee, my Tuesday swimming buddy FaceTimed me from France. There was I in the basement of M&S in Edinburgh and she was in her holiday house in sun drenched rural France. Had it not been a gloriously warm day here, I might have been more envious than I was. 
I am looking forward to her return soon  and restarting our Porty dooks.

I sat outside on the patio in the afternoon with the Ladies’ Singles TV commentary in the background. I wanted Jabeur to win as the first African finalist but it was Rybakina who carried off the Trophy. Although she plays under the Kazakhstan flag she is Russian and her win will provide Putin with much glee since players from  Russia & Belarus were banned from taking part.

Now I know that in 4 months I will have a baby great granddaughter, I have trouble ignoring all the lovely baby outfits available in the shops. This morning, two dribble bibs and a dress and matching pants  shared my homeward bound shopping bag with strawberries and peaches and evening meal.