Scarey Time

The clock in the National museum of Scotland. As it struck 5 o'clock, we all stood round watching the mechanism give life to a new hour, while death watched and gloated.

The JAzz festival in the Grassmarket provided a few good shots, but this was the best of the day, according to oor Ally.

Mr R finally chose the tartan for his kilt and we had a roof top lunch on the royal mile. Who knew there was such a thing?

I really enjoyed the taster that was the Mardi gras, Ru accompanied me and I think enjoyed it. He didn't seem too embarrassed with me chilling with the groove. Perhaps I'm becoming blind to it?

:-S