My very own son et lumiere, quite unexpected when all I`d done was go for a leg-stretch after a longish bus ride to Edinburgh.
Tide out along the foreshore at Granton and the sky turning a pretty coral pink, soon reflected in the water which was being gently ruffled by a mild grass-scented breeze.
Strings of lights along the opposite shore of the Firth began appearing and despite the strollers and dogs and cyclists and noisy wading birds rootling about in the mudflats, it was a tranquil scene only emphasized somehow by the distant sound of a siren in the city and the steady procession of planes coming in low over the water, wheels down, heading for the airport..
Discovered there is a causeway across to an island further along at Cramond and the tide was just right. Were it not that we have to get up at silly`o`clock tomorrow, would have been tempted on such a beautiful evening..........
However,for now, it`s all about Beautiful Days....to the South, to the South..............
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