Today’s guest picture shows a fine opportunity for tree climbing spotted by my sister Susan when walking in Regent’s Park. She adds that she would need to shed sixty years to enjoy the opportunity herself.
I was on family duty today as Mrs Tootlepedal and I went off to Edinburgh to visit the world’s greatest baby. Unlike the wet and windy weather of last week, it was calm and sunny as the sheep welcomed us to Lockerbie High Street.
We got off at Haymarket when we got to Edinburgh so that we could enjoy a ride along Princes Street on one of the new trams.
We didn’t have to wait long for one going in our direction.
This was my first trip on this tram system which cost a fortune and took far longer to build than was planned. I don’t know if it is worth the time and expense but it was certainly a very enjoyable ride. As a bonus, the tram terminus is just opposite the John Lewis store where Mrs Tootlepedal had arranged to click and collect some fine alpaca and merino wool which she is going to knit into a scarf.
Clare and Matilda were waiting for us when we finally arrived.
I have received representations from other grandparents regarding Matilda’s status as the world’s greatest baby. They have implied that other babies of their acquaintance may be worthy of the title too but this just goes to show how self absorbed and lacking in judgement these people are.
We set out for a very late lunch with Matilda. For the first time she was going to test the personal transport solution in a semi sitting up position rather than lying flat. This involved mother, granny and auntie in some elaborate preparations.
Still, we managed to navigate to a converted drill hall, now an arts centre with a café where we had some nourishing soup and a roll for lunch. It fell to me to provide the motive force for the personal transport solution on the way home and as Matilda was inclined to cry a little, I tried singing her a little song as we went along. It worked a treat and she stopped crying as soon as I started to sing.
I sang gently to her all the way home and this had the added advantage of clearing a way for us up the busy pavements of Easter Road, as pedestrians tended to give us a very wide berth when they saw an obviously demented old man pushing a pram and crooning as he came towards them.
Matilda had cheered up after listening to my song (lyrics: “O Matilda, O Matilda, I am singing as we walk along, O Matilda, O Matilda, what a very, very silly song.” sung ad infintum.) and played happily in her baby gym when we got back.
All too soon it was time to walk back to the station. The gloomy weather had cleared up as we walked past Arthur’s Seat….
We turned down towards the station and looked across the railway lines. The station is built on the site of a drained loch and the railway lines run along a natural valley through the heart of the city.
We were in nice time for our train, which was punctual and comfortable and we were very much entertained by two young ladies from the events catering trade who shared our table with us and kept up an incessant stream of indiscreet trade talk ignoring our presence for the whole hour until we got off at Lockerbie. This made the time pass very quickly.
The drive home was enlivened by several unexpected and unpredictable short sections of thick fog along the road which certainly kept us concentrating hard.
I didn’t have the opportunity to catch a flying bird in all this excitement so a perching blue tit at breakfast is the best that I can do,