If only I could fly...

It was a wet morning for minky so we settled to watch Frozen. A delight that I’d previously avoided. That’s my film review in total. 
But later, we got out to explore the rock pools along at the far end of the beach. A total of two tiny dead crabs. Such is life. And after that, back in character, we went up to post a couple of letters. Past the railings smashed down by the car last week which had ended up in the trees. It’s right edgy, this Granton.
And much later, on to the Diggers express to meet the chums. McC the elder had brought his younger son along. Danger, danger. But I managed to get the last bus.