Whozthat?

This little 'whozthat' Fringe visitor was sleeping rough on the patio this morning as we braved the sullen skies, mist and rain to garner supplies from Whitmuir Organic Farm...........and rate their scones...... 10/10.

The journey back into town was a drive through wet cloud with not even the tops of the trees visible.
I am not at all tempted to stroll down the High Street this afternoon and watch the enthusiastic Fringe performers hawk their flyers.

With some energy having been expended before breakfast in the land of sweat and testosterone, I am happy to becoming a couch potato this afternoon, watching the TV coverage of the Games, glad that my umbrella will not be joining the multitude of those I see bobbing along the paths of the Meadows