From Ship to Shore

'Wither shall we wander'? was the cry heard in the Dower House this morning.
The wonderful no 35 bus solved the problem as we shoogled our way over cobbles in such a sorry state of repair that the very bus felt like it was disintegrating underneath us, down to Leith and that emporium of the great outside- Tiso- the Scottish version of REI in the states.

I swear I lose several hundred calories just browsing their goods, saving me from actually rock climbing, canoeing down white water rapids or bagging even the easiest Munro.
I have to admit though that their scones are rubbish, scoring the least points so far in my less than scientific survey. Oh yes, with all that virtual energy expenditure, a little sustenance was required. There will be no lunch however.

I had just enough time to blip this old moored restaurant seemingly trying to reach dry land before we shoogled back home in pole position on the top deck of the trusty no 35.