Sopping wet

I felt like this dog rose looks today after a brief walk down the Water of Leith intended as a precursor to a day spent sitting at the computer at home writing. Absolutely sopping wet on the dreichest day imaginable. And unlike yesterday there is no sign that the afternoon and evening will be any better than the morning.

In the event, we had to take refuge in Mimi's Bakehouse for a cup of tea, although having enjoyed a cooked breakfast a little earlier at least I was able to resist the delicious scones.