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rhythmaningIt was a beautiful morning; I decided I should get some exercise whilst the weather held: and so I walked to Leith for my lunch.
It was very good to stretch my legs - literally: I haven't been out much over the past couple of days. The sky was a deep blue, the winter sun bright if not warm. Winter is definitely here (although as someone pointed out, it is the solstice in a couple of weeks, and then the days will grow longer; although there is a while to go to the summer light).
A ham sandwich and chips - the chips being cooked in cocaine-oil, I am sure: they are clearly addictive. No whisky: it would be too, too easy to sit and while away the whole afternoon; easy, but dangerous, I am sure. Some other time. I resisted the whisky and amoretti trifle, too. It sounds very good, though...
There is a large Christmas tree in the south west corner of the large room - rising perhaps a foot below the high ceiling. They must have had fun getting that in here. It is a beautiful tree - not to gaudy despite the coloured lights. It gives the room even more of a Victorian mood. (We are limited to a small tree at home, lest the cats go hunting baubles amongst the needles.)
It was very good to stretch my legs - literally: I haven't been out much over the past couple of days. The sky was a deep blue, the winter sun bright if not warm. Winter is definitely here (although as someone pointed out, it is the solstice in a couple of weeks, and then the days will grow longer; although there is a while to go to the summer light).
A ham sandwich and chips - the chips being cooked in cocaine-oil, I am sure: they are clearly addictive. No whisky: it would be too, too easy to sit and while away the whole afternoon; easy, but dangerous, I am sure. Some other time. I resisted the whisky and amoretti trifle, too. It sounds very good, though...
There is a large Christmas tree in the south west corner of the large room - rising perhaps a foot below the high ceiling. They must have had fun getting that in here. It is a beautiful tree - not to gaudy despite the coloured lights. It gives the room even more of a Victorian mood. (We are limited to a small tree at home, lest the cats go hunting baubles amongst the needles.)
