The guest picture of the day is a picture taken by my daughter-in-law Clare of her daughter and our granddaughter Matilda getting in some training for the Grand National of 2036.
Since it was a holiday weekend, Mrs Tootlepedal had expressed a wish for an outing and she got her wish in an unexpected way. We were just sitting down for breakfast when our younger son rang up to say that he was so poorly that a visit from grandparents to entertain Matilda would be greatly appreciated.
We needed no second bidding and after a look at a pigeon…
…and a survey of two new flowers…
…we set off to drive to Edinburgh. The forecast of sunshine and showers was fully realised and we had some beautiful views from time to time and drove under more rainbows than we would usually see in a month.
When we got to the house, we met Matilda and Clare on the doorstep. As we didn’t wish to add ourselves to those suffering from the winter vomiting virus, we left Alistair to his lonely suffering and went off shopping for lunch. By a fortunate co-incidence, Clare’s sister, who lives not far away, was on holiday and had kindly offered us the use of her house as a refuge so we went there for the rest of the day.
We had lunch and waited for a shower of rain to pass over which it duly did.
We were in Leith, the port of Edinburgh, and after Matilda had completed a few pages of her novel…
…and tried out unsuccessfully for the role of Easter bunny…
…Mrs Tootlepedal and I took her for a walk down to the dock side. Mrs Tootlepedal did the pushchair pushing, Matilda did the snoozing and I did some snapping as we went.
We crossed Leith Links and there was no doubt that the sun was shining on Leith this afternoon.
Our walk took us past some imposing buildings and it was obvious that you were nobody in Leith architectural circles if you didn’t have a cupola or a clock tower or both.
Of all the clocks we saw, only one clock showed the correct time. It was on a façade which at first sight had two clocks.
…but closer examination showed that the face on the right was a record of wind direction. I have never seen something like this before. Being in a seaport, it is probably quite natural though that the wind direction should be thought important.
There were some interesting things to be seen on the sides of buildings too.
As we approached the harbour, we saw signs of old and new together.
The docks were looking splendid in the sunshine.
And I admired the no nonsense approach to naming buildings there…
…as well as the very big pieces of kit that were dotted about.
There were some odd looking boats to be seen…
…but we couldn’t see the most famous boat there as the Royal Yacht Britannia was cordoned off behind security gates.
There have been a lot of efforts to refurbish the land round the docks as the import trade has dropped off over the years. The Scottish Parliament’s civil service beaver away in these nice new offices….
And if you peer through the girders of the bridge over the mouth of the Water of Leith, you can see some smart housing in the background.
The docks and harbour themselves are very impressive.
We pushed Matilda three and a half miles and there was so much interest on the way that we could have spent all day looking around.
We crossed the Water of Leith higher upstream on our way home.
It really was a lovely day for a walk.
When we got back, we had tea and then the ladies, old and young, risked visiting the house of the sick and I drove back home, leaving Mrs Tootlepedal to stay the night at Clare’s sister’s house and be helpful again tomorrow. The news from the invalid was that he might be a little better but he wasn’t certain about that. As anyone who has had the winter vomiting virus will know, it is no laughing matter at all.
I got home safely and will arrange to collect Mrs Tootlepedal tomorrow or the next day.
As you can imagine, flying birds were not easy to come by so a floating bird will have to do for today.