What time is it? This is the High Street in Edinburgh, a city that combines the old and the new with ease and today I am going to see the Lord Provost turn on Leith's Christmas Lights before I fly home - at least that's the plan. But yesterday I had plans that went awry, and due to an instruction to 'turn here' we ended up heading over the Forth Road Bridge and exiting in the Kingdom of Fife, ochone, hoots and help mah boab! But all came well, though not as successfully as we had hoped. We went to see the Kelpies in the dark, new pictures to follow, to see them lit up. We saw them but the lights were broken so after a slow walk along the canal tow path we headed back to the car. Oh well, another time, perhaps. But I did take a great picture of my Dad next to one of the Kelpies, just to give their size some perspective, so as soon as I get access to a computer I will load it up. But what a day, up at five, flying by eight, breakfast with Gordon, a good laugh with Debs and Robert about a 'dyslexic cat' and then a couple of hours with Alex Sharp and Davie Jack in the Justinlees, which is where we would meet forty years ago, just to round the day off. All good, this song takes me right back to those days in the seventies and it is also what I am doing, having a weekend away, oh yay...
