Youngster

We pondered the possibility of going across to the football, but the combination of D's experience last week and the forecast of rain all day decided us against it. So we went to the farmers market and thence back via Princes St and a bit of actual shopping - how horrible. I survived through HMV, Boots and Marks and Spencer, but Fopp was just too much for me and by the time we got to John Lewis I had lost the will to live shop. So it was back home to an afternoon of sorting paperwork (about 80% of it into the recycling) and hanging up the shallot/garlic harvests in string bags/strings respectively. I had been intending to attempt a plait of the latter, but failed entirely - they're just tied up with a piece of string!

Ate our first French beans of the season....mmm! You can remind me that I said that when I'm complaining about the unvarying diet of green beans in a couple of weeks time.

The photo is of a young gull we met as we were walking down to the Shore to get the bus up town. He was wandering down the other side of the narrow street and just stared at us when we spoke to him rather than flying off - he was perhaps only dimly aware that he can now fly, having perhaps only done it just the once by accident, down from his rooftop nursery. Strangely, today was one of the few times that I have been out of the house recently without being dive-bombed by his homicidal parent with the sharp beak.

Update - when D went out for a pint of milk around six hours later, he checked and found this young chap still wandering up and down Broad Wynd!

Further update - the Pars won their match 5-1 - hurray!