Curly

A damp day. M was off to Milton Keynes at a ludicrously early time in the morning, so I took advantage to get an early trip up to the allotment. A soft day, as we say; damp and airless, I could smell the exhaust fumes hanging over the road as I walked up the Rig. Rare for Edinburgh, as the wind normally whips the air past your nose at about 30 knots.

The curly kale was looking good, though. I like the water-repelling qualities of brassica leaves...