carnival

Failed, yet again, to allow myself a lie-in. I swear, I can't get my body clock adjusted to holiday time.

We've been having a think about our budget for the new flat ( need to fully restock on white goods, treat ourselves to a new sofa, do something with the bathroom - the costs rack up) so we decided to pop into town and have browse to see what we could be getting.

Went via Princes street gardens ("it'll be quieter than princes street") to get to the Hanging Bat for Beer and Hotdogs. As it turned out, the carnival was just about to start at Ross bandstand as we approached. loads of fantastic characters ripe for photographing but unfortunately, my battery died just in time for the handsome, suave, Italian brass players in their suits. Not normally my type but I was taken by the way one in particular they held his trumpet in a classically nonchalant way.

oh yeah, here's yesterday's blip about my trip to the weedge